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Henry Rollins takes no prisoners, wants no sympathy and gives good quote.

"I got a lot from [Bullis]," Rollins says. "I probably would not have achieved all the things I've achieved without it, just getting through that place by the skin of my teeth. I hated it when I was there, but I got a really good education and the ability to apply myself to something."

Rollins spent time in a band called S.O.A. (short for State of Alert), an outfit that included Fugazi's Ian MacKaye. The onetime manager of a Häagen-Dazs store, Rollins caught his break in 1981 when Black Flag's third singer, Dez Cadena, handed him the mike to sing "Clocked In" at a show in New York. Soon after, Rollins replaced Cadena and, along with guitarist Greg Ginn, bassist Chuck Dukowski and one of several rotating drummers, put So-Cal on the map as ground zero for the American hardcore-punk scene.

Rollins's tour diary, Get in the Van, chronicles the era in blunt, graphic language ("I bit a skinhead on the mouth and he started to bleed real bad," reads a typical passage), and set the course for the cocksure singer's literary pursuits: writing brutal prose in the name of destroying the system, making sense of it or at least satirizing it somehow.

"I've always been fairly cynical in what I think the American impact on the American way really is," Rollins says. "This one guy wrote me the other day: 'I think there should be a revolution in America.' And I said 'No, pal. You're never gonna get a revolution. 'Cause if you think you're gonna stand up to the National Guard, local law enforcement -- now that every police agency in the country is paramilitary trained since the Watts riots -- what are you gonna do?'

"I've hung out with cops," Rollins says, his voice livening. "I've hung out with the elite sniper guys. I've hung out with SWAT guys. I've hung out with TNT guys. It's unbelievable how lethal these people are. It's not like it is on TV. These are very bad people to mess with. They want to kill somebody. That's why they signed up for the job. I've always thought that there's good cops and bad cops, and I'm on the side of the good ones. And the bad ones, they do more harm than they might understand.

"It's so thoroughly destabilizing to have an authority figure break the rules," he adds. "To live in this country and have that kind of fear -- fear of cops -- well, we always talk about how emancipated we are. And we always put down Stalin and his evil regime. Well, how different is it when you fear the authority figures? When you're innocent? That's my problem with bad cops."

Rollins has been vocal in his opposition to bad justice, as well. In an attempt to raise money for the defense fund of the West Memphis Three -- young men who received life sentences without due process for the murder and castration of an eight-year-old boy in 1993 -- Rollins issued Rise Above on Sanctuary Records over a year ago; the star-studded benefit album features Chuck D, Ice T, Hank III, Iggy Pop, Slipknot and Dean Ween, among others, covering Black Flag hits in order to raise awareness of what Rollins considers a horrible miscarriage of justice. But way beyond either Officer Goon or the failings of the court system is a corrupt political system that Rollins doesn't think comes close to representing the will of its people.

"We don't really have a voice," he says. "From what I have always been led to understand, your vote is nothing but something to be taken into consideration. There's, like, the electorate vote, and there's the popular vote. But it doesn't really matter. And I hate to have that kind of dissipated apathy in the face of all that. But I can't help think it's true sometimes."

For Rollins, staying guardedly playful in the age of terrorism and imminent war seems like just another day on the soapbox, raging until he's hoarse. With his "tumultuous teens, turbulent twenties and therapeutic thirties" out of the way (that's how Rollins sums up three decades of his life on his official Web site), what can Mr. Angry look forward to in his forties?

"Probably a receding hairline, increased bitterness and bile, and a layer of ass-fat I'll be unable to get rid of," Rollins says. "Yeah, that'll be me. Just kind of Volvo-drivin', lookin' like Alan Alda, wearing those kind of have-no-sexual-ambition kind of pants that you can buy at Banana Republic. I can get laid, but of course I'll have to go to the ATM. You never know. I'm just postulating here."

Does Rollins ever think that he takes himself too seriously?

"Not at all," he says. "I take work seriously, but not me."

Does Rollins ever, in the dead of night, wonder if he's sold out?

"No," he says. "I don't think I've sold out."

And now, the burning question: How much can the Rollins bench-press?

"For the true measure of real strength," he says, "you never ask a guy what he benches. If you want to call him out, ask him what he deadlifts or what he squats. That's the real strength exercise. That's where you shit your pants and scream."

"I just do an occasional push-up now and then," I confess.

"Well, I know. You act like it," Rollins snaps. "But when you get in touch with strong mind/strong body, you might see things differently. And who knows? You might get laid."

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