Henry Rollins: [On needing to buy a blanket] How would that look, you know? You can't come across as a tough guy - got tattoos, fucking road warrior. "I'd like to buy a blanket." "You mean, you get cold at night?" [mocks punching someone] Henry Rollins: "I usually build a fire in my room. When I'm really cold I stab my dog and thrust my hands into his steaming entrails. A blanket? Nooo." Henry Rollins: Usually, if a plane lands at, say, LAX, you start your descent in Phoenix. This descent was a 90 degree plummet. This descent had my ass go into my throat. Henry Rollins: The band comes crashing down on the first note. My head does down, my knee comes up... BAM! Knocked my ass out. Out. Out for like, 15 seconds.