More Henry

I read this last night. It's from Henry Rollins' book Pissing in the Gene Pool. It hit me pretty hard . . . hope it hits you too.

I can see it in your eyes. They're wet like a dog's. You're looking for a leg to climb to keep you from drowning. Your hands reach out, clutching for something solid to hold on to. You're weak and in need. You want something to hold so you can have something to blame. Don't reach out to me. I'm drowning too.