Henry Rollins wakes you up bitterly wide eyed open with Black Coffee Blues. This was a strange read. I’m glad it has its quirky character as a book. We should have more books like this. Notes, stories and poems all seeping into your blood with something stronger than caffeine. Â Everything amounting to a glimpse to a non-fiction world I couldn’t imagine. It’s painful so tread with precaution, but you come out with your skin still intact.
