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Was at the Pomona Glasshouse. The show was part of the WM3 tour. After the show, myself and two friends remained in the venue hoping for an opportunity to encounter the man himself. When that did not happen after a while, we found the entrance to the backstage area, which appeared not to be guarded by any sort of bouncers at that particular time. We walked in to see a line waiting to talk with Henry Rollins and quickly got into to it so as not to appear as if we did not belong there. After waiting my turn behind some guy who was boring Henry with lame questions about a screenplay he was writing, suddenly the path was cleared between myself and the man. I had quickly made a game plan with my friends who were with me that I would ask Henry to sign an old magazine, take a quick picture, and sneak in a request for a quick hug, in that order. When I gave Henry my magazine and asked if he could sign it he grabbed it kind of abruptly, and I complained that he better not rip it cause I’ve had it for a long time. He just said “I’m wont” and smiled at me. After he returned it to me, I asked him “Could I also bother you for a quick photo…. and-a-hug” the last part I threw in very rapidly thinking that I had said it too softly and rapidly for him to have heard me anyway. Hey, I had to give it a shot. Then I moved to his side just to stand within a somewhat close proximity of him as to appear that I was taking a picture with him. Well, as I moved to his side, suddenly I felt his arm around my shoulder and him pull me toward his side. My friend took the picture and I started to take a step away from him toward my friends when suddenly I feel Henry’s grasp of my shoulder tighten. In a complete state of confusion, I just see Henry’s chest getting closer and closer to my face. My hands were crushed in his mid-section as well as my nose and glasses up against my face between his man-boobs. He had just performed so the grey sweatshirt he was wearing was moist and warm. He held me crushed up against him for a few seconds then said, “There you go, sweetheart’” and then released me. I honestly had no idea what had just taken place, even less so why it had. I think I just walked away sorta trembling. After a whle I remembered that I had actually requested him to hug me but completely forgot about it. Henry is such a sweetheart, don’t be intimidated by that whole I’m a tough guy act. He’s like this annoying older brother that likes to give noogies! Hello McFly anybody home!