The American Spectator

I read Lawrence Henry’s stuff and just find myself nearly hypnotized by it. There’s just something about this guy. He’s been around. He’s dropped out, blown-up, endured health problems, and come out the other end with a boatload of wisdom, savvy, and cool stories. It’s not huge muscles, guns, or a way with the ladies. It comes from just having been around, seen some things, taken some chances, and managing to learn a few things along the way. In short, there have got to be a lot of young guys looking at Larry H. as a source of retro male cool.

I hate to embarrass you Larry, but you remind me of a great scene from the largely forgotten Kevin Costner film Revenge. Costner’s character hooks up with a late middle aged horse trader who is fighting his way toward one more transaction and coughing up a lung every few minutes. The grizzled old guy pushes his hair back out of his face, dons a pair of dark sunglasses and asks Costner, “How do I look?” Costner replies, “Like a survivor.”

Damn straight. Read Lawrence Henry and check out a guy who looks like a survivor and will entertain the hell out of you telling you about it.