Rainbow Gathering

So there's the national Rainbow Gathering in CO this year and Boulder's all raging about it and everyone and their mom's pimp is all going. I have no interest in it and could care less. I see enough fucking hippies where I work and the surrounding areas to last me a lifetime or twenty.

I actually do want to go and narc people out. Like, "Hello, 911? Yeah, I can't talk any louder, but I'm at this Rainbow Gathering and there's a car next to me and I think they're smoking the pot. Yeah. One's wearing a tie-dyed shirt. One's got a Hendrix shirt. They've got dreads..."

Or start some race wars or something. How's your OM, bitch!

I sent Henry Rollins an email. I told him that we've been showcasing soups named after him or his songs or album names. I said we like to put the sign out before the soups ready, because people ask, "Who's Rollins? Is that the chef?"

"Rollins is a world reknown spoken-word artist, lead singer of the Rollins Band, former singer for influencial punk band Black Flag, DJ, TV Host, Actor, USO man, and 1993 Details Man of the Year."

To which they reply, "Oh. What's in it?"

"Two pounds of intensity. 25 years on the road. Three cups of raw energy. Garnished with pure testicular fortitude."

I haven't gotten a response yet.