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So I had this weird dream the other night that I ran into Henry Rollins somewhere in S.F. We talked for a little bit then we decided to go get some coffee. The coffee shop had horrible atmosphere. It was full of posters of shitty teeny bopper bands and it had stuffed animals on the tables. I was going to suggest that I knew of better coffee shops, but it didn't look like he cared. We sat at a table near the door and Henry stood up grabbed the back of the chair and whispered "I'm going to steal this chair." Then he burst out the door with the chair and ran down the street. I followed when I noticed a bunch of security guards pouring out of the crappy coffee shop. I tried to convince them that I was trying to catch him, but they didn't believe me, so I hid in a parking garage bathroom. That's all I remember, but I thought it was interesting.