I just read this on Kotaku. “Ryan Dunn, Jackass daredevil and co-host of G4's Proving Ground,died in a Pennsylvania car crash this morning. He was 34.”They also ran this picture:
Now in the split second between seeing the image and my eyes passing over the “car crash” text, I was hoping somehow that the person in question wasn’t the same dude, or else this random (to me anyway) chick, because I’d just watched Jackass 3.5 a couple days ago. I know the dude, albeit in that vague, “Hey, I know that dude. That’s the dude who froze his balls to the ice horse,” sense, and hence I was wishing death on someone else. Isn’t that strange? There’s always that weird microsecond your mind takes to process bad news, and it tries intentionally to misinterpret it. For instance, my dog died at my parent’s house about three days ago, and I went through the same process where I heard the news from my wife saying, “I’ve got some bad news for you about Tekei,” and I optimistically thought that the bad news isn’t going to be the bad news. Obviously there’s the initial pessimistic wave of, “Oh shit,” inside my head, then the optimistic thought of, “Wait, let’s hear this out.” You always hope to be that person at the morgue who has to identify a loved one, only to realize, “Hey, this isn’t my wife, this is Courtney Love!”
Jackass 3.5: The Unrated Movie
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