He developed a strange attraction to things that scared him. He had something wrong with his brain that made him a sort of adrenaline junkie, but small thrills. It started as a baby with pop-goes-the-weasel and jack-in-the-box toys and progressed to climbing tall trees and bicycling downhill recklessly. Then Billy hit puberty. Women terrified him; beautiful women, more so. So naturally Billy heads directly toward whatever scares him the most.
If you picture Billy as a grown up fireman with a hot girlfriend then you’d be selling Billy way short of his mark. Lots of people seemed to have missed what really made Billy tick. What I seem to have missed is the nature of our friendship. You see, Billy and I are no longer close friends. Various things happen in childhood that take our friends away, but now I can see that Billy ended our friendship because he was no longer afraid of me. I wasn’t mean or a bully, but popular in that elementary school way that depends entirely on the whims of girl gossip, adding no encouragement on my part.
During our brief friendship I will never forget how he would get a random boner and run around screaming “Quick! Quick! Before it goes away! TOUCH IT!!!” and thrusting his hips at you. This would cause most of us to start punching at his crotch, which of course was the thrill Billy was looking for. It was Billy that helped me get over stage fright, any fright really, and I want to thank him for that. So wherever you are, you little cock-punch tease, I know you’re running headlong towards the scariest shit imaginable with a big insane grin plastered on your face. Stay safe, Banzai Billy.
That cigarette worries me.
I love this photo.
#sexythursdays
My current wallpaper.
Gruber’s love for the Yankees.
I love this poster.
Dr. Thompson is found guilty of all counts in LA road rage trial.
A Los Angeles Superior Court jury on Monday found Dr. Christopher Thomas Thompson guilty of assaulting cyclists by abruptly stopping his car in front of them on a hilly Los Angeles County road last year.
Thompson, a former emergency room doctor, was found guilty of six felonies and one misdemeanor and could face as much as five years in prison.
He was remanded and ordered held without bail until sentencing. He was handcuffed in the courtroom after the verdict was read.
Thompson was accused of assault with a deadly weapon, reckless driving causing specified bodily injury, battery with serious bodily injury and mayhem. The most serious charges stem from a July 4, 2008, incident on Mandeville Canyon Road, the road where Thompson lives, where he was accused of abruptly stopping his car in front of two cyclists. Other charges relate to a similar incident on the same road that did not result in injuries.
In the July 4 incident, the two cyclists hit the rear of Thompson’s car; one slammed through the rear window, the other catapulted over the car into the road. In the earlier incident, the cyclists said they narrowly avoided hitting the rear of Thompson’s car.
Thompson’s lawyer had argued that the cyclists were belligerent and may have fallen because of the inherent instability of bicycles. He suggested that in any case the incident was accidental, not criminal.
He’s pretty fucking lucky he didn’t pull that shit on a cyclist like me.
I’ve been known to punch cars that cut corners too short or make a right turn without signaling.
My grandparents lived on Mandeville Canyon Road when I was growing up and there isn’t enough room to pass anyone, very twisting road, and is gradually steep (aka FAST!). I remember when the Hiltons were building their house down the road and the average type of driver changed on that road from nice to aggressively dickish. They simply have no patience if they can’t pass you. Even if you’re exceeding the speed limit on your bike, they can drive faster and they will tailgate, pass too close, or simply shove you off the road because an oncoming car surprised them as they tried to pass you. I hope he gets butt raped by someone with Hepatitis-C in prison.
Inspection protection.
I wonder who this asshole—that almost ran me down—is? If you see this license plate again, let me know. He owes me a fresh pair of underwear and my dignity back.
Edit: DID YOU NOTICE THE TYPE OF CAR?!
Here is my brother Ben with his baby girl Amaya in Mexico this past summer.
My brother Ben’s birthday was two days ago. There I am with my older sister, Ariana. Time flies.
Because you’re just copying other people’s shit or it’s your Flickr account throwing up “choice picks”. I’m just saying that it all gets kinda old after awhile.
….AND TUMBLR.
DURRRRRRRRRR!
I’m assuming that you don’t follow my tumblr and accidentally posted the exact same shit.
And Tumblr.
This wins so hard. MATT I THINK I MIGHT LOVE YOU.
(Also, I wonder how long this will be a reference that people will get.)
No. Just… no. I don’t think it’s fair that anyone gets this joke. NOT FAIR!