Sunday, July 13, 2008

Chaos and Explosions

The Dear Husband got to socialize more with our neighbors yesterday.

He was sitting at home when he heard a loud screech with an even louder crash immediately following. It sounded like it happened right in front of the house, so he went rushing outside.

As did a bunch of the neighbors on our block.

Everyone thought Beavis had done it.

But amazingly enough, he didn't do a repeat of the time when he got drunk and rammed his white pickup through someone's garage door around the block about five, six years ago.

Anyway, the neighbors thought it'd be a GREAT idea to see what would cause such a loud noise, and so they went off to investigate:

















The noise was damn loud, judging by the growing crowd:


















And this was the cause:















It doesn't look so bad from the above angle, but a hit-and-run driver was zooming down the street at stoopidly high speeds trying to escape from the scene of his last hit-and-run incident. The people he hit were following him. He came across a large truck coming towards him, and he tried to slam on the brakes since the street was too narrow for him to just zoom by.

He didn't make it.

His car jumped the curb and hit the wall you see above, narrowly missing a tree in the process.

















The front of the car got munched:
















The dude was unconscious due to the impact. He was also stuck in the car.

It took awhile for the firemen and cops to show up...strange on the firemen, since there's a fire station about only a mile and a half away from our neighborhood.

They had to use the Jaws of Life to get the dude out of the car, and apparently his legs were smashed up very badly. Last we heard, there were doubts that he'd even live through it.
















I was out on a beach skate, and by the time I got back, the dude was on his way to the hospital, the cleaning crews were working on towing the broken car out, and all the neighbors were talking about the incident.

Of course the topic of Beavis came up, because of everyone thinking that he'd do something like this.

Then this-here blog came up in the course of discussion. Apparently more and more of the neighbors are finding this little record of Beavisosity.

Please, feel free to comment and add what you see and hear that jackass doing. You don't even have to give your real name or have a blogger account, you can just make up your own rad code name. Or I'll give you one, but I can't guarantee it won't be better than what I give the participants in the Beavisphere.

For instance, one of the neighbors told me that he has actually seen Beavis hit 40 Miles of Bad Road while they were fighting in the middle of the night in front of said neighbor's house. Yikes.

Another neighbor had some anecdotes about the brilliant parenting Beavis received as a child, which includes having neglectful and alcoholic parents letting him wander around the street when he was a toddler. Gosh, what a surprise!

Basically, he's repeating what his parents did to him.

Greeeeeeaaaaat.

And in the eye of the storm:

Beavis is back from wherever he and 40 Miles of Bad Road went to.

Damn.

So now we get to see more of this:
















Is he dealing or just talking? I didn't see any material exchange between Beavis and whomever is in the car, so I don't know.
















Taking photos at night sucks.

This is supposed to be Beavis talking to...uh...someone in a truck that's parked in front of the neighbor's house.
















Beavis and 40MBR were wandering back and forth between that truck and Big Daddy's house with a stroller and occasionally carrying other weird items back and forth. He would yell at her, she would stomp around angrily and then go inside Big Daddy's house, leaving Beavis to lurk and whatnot.

Some time I hope to get an updated photo of the worktruck from hell. It's not going to be parked anywhere else than where it is for the time being, as its front right tire is completely flat and it's piled high with all kinds of weird stuff both in the bed and cab of the truck. So is Little Sister's car, for that matter.

This could be a long, hot summer.

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