is currently knot in Brooklyn.

Henry. Henry. Why is there a 'H' in the word 'HENRY'? I guess you cant say
"Enry" unless you are a member of Herman's Hermits. But that is so besides
the point. I cant help but feel that Henry is but a person, trapped in a
persons body. Why do I think this? Just look at him; he moves like a person,
smells like a person, behaves like a person, even dresses like a person. but
at the same times looks just like a person. "Sick"...you may say, But why
challenge me, I have so much proof to back this hypothesis up. I understand
that a theory can only be considered correct is it has not yet been proven
wrong, but I give my full and uttermost respect to anyone who can prove
otherwise. No, no, no, dont you sit there and think I'm just going to tell
you my reasons for believing this. That would be absurd. There is nothing
worse in this world than a person than cant think for themselves. I can
understand being lazy, but thinking about this topic doesn't seem to be of
such great mental challenge, where to cause harm to your grey mass. You
poison all your minds with brightly colored flashing images simply projected
on a flat screen, and this fucks your entire trust in the truth that Henry
is but a Person trapped in a persons body. You may think my thoughts are
drug or alcohol induced, but that just tell me something about you. What's
wrong with society, where people can get away with littering and live to see
another day? If I strangled myself with a belt and dropped to the floor, in
my last remaining moments on earth, Id feel bad about putting my ashes to
ashes and my dust to dust. As I am 18 now, and will be at least until Aug
11, 2000, Ive been pleased with me being a carbon based life form. Why
should I send back my elements to the dirt??? I think if I had to live in
this life, that should be a compensation...You should be able to keep all
your ashes and dust to yourself, even if you're dead in the ground. Fuck
that. I like my ear lobe, why should I accept that it be put back into the
earth. I know that sounds a bit selfish, but Its something that I would
really be much happier about. Im OK with the entire death thing... but I
feel degraded by earth...wanting all my parts.. Oh fuck.
 

-Henry Stewart... I remember hearing of the youngster back when I was a
freshman in High School. An acquaintance, now my girlfriend, said we had
allot in common, and that I kept on reminding her of him. Well, after
hearing this continually, I knew it was my time to meet this kid, that I had
felt I had know for years. One day, I was introduced to him. "Me, like that
kid" I though? I couldn't see any similarities. As time passed, I had grew
accustomed to having Henry around...and when I was interested in forming a
band, I asked Cara's permission if I could call him. She said no, and I
waited. Then like a day later, I asked again....and she said no...but this
time I didn't care, I called him and asked him if he was interested. He
accepted his invite to come down to a local 59 donuts rehearsal, and fit
right it. He was in...like a true donut was somewhere inside.
We played together for a long time, and I began to feel like a brother to
henry. But not a good brother, but more like a step brother, telling him to
do bad things, that were fun! I don't know if I had any influence on his
life in any way, he'll have to tell you that. Henry began to drift slowly,
we seemed to lose his interests in the band, and he stopped showing up for
practice. But we didn't spite him...I'm sure it happened to the Yardbirds. I
always thought of Henry like Clapton, in many ways. He had something about
him, a style, that he didn't want to get cramped; a feeling to move on when
he feels right; and he uses allot of drugs,and a few other reasons....

Henry-
H- is for henry
E- is for the Easy slut that henry is
N- is for the Niggers that henry hates
R- is for the Rum that henry likes to drink
Y- because we love him

I remember one day Henry and I went bowling. And henry Kicked my ass all the way to LA.  I got a whopping 60 and Henry got like 200 or something.

And I recall this time when I as driving Henry to the studio and we listened to Classical Music the whole way there. It was much fun.

And I recall a time where I was with henry in the park and I discovered a "wet seat cover" out of the village voice. But Henry wasn't impressed. And the same day we bought frankfurters, and henry threw out the bun, but I went in after it. And without realizing it, I ate it after it was in the trash. but I survived.

And there was this one time where we stole that car and went out pimpin...oh wait..that was a different Henry.

And I can tell about the future with henry...In the future, Henry and I will Hang out in my breezy house, with Mike, in the summer or 2000 and drink Sangria, record music, drop acid and smoke pot. And we will have a summer we wish we could remember.

I miss henry-- I never had the day. the day I really really wanted to have-- we will.