Seems like you're lucky if it ever change from red to green
In Jacksonville there's a guy who defies explanation. You really just have to see for yourself.
I can't remember if we called this guy "Ghetto Blaster" or if that name was for the guy who rode his bike all over town with an oversized boombox tied to the handlebars, but before today this guy's identity was a mystery to me. We saw him not just on this corner but walking all over town. He does not stop moving. Maybe he's always on the lookout for more D-sized batteries. I have a theory that he is the ghost of a person who OD'd on a mixture of meth and cocaine in the mid-80s, and his spirit is still coming down from that high.
Now, thanks to the Internets, we know. His name is Radio. This is his workout. (Disregard the first 20 seconds of this video, NSFW.)
This is Radio's musical debut.
And finally, this is Radio being given what is possibly his first t-shirt.
Thank you, Radio, for all the head-turning, car door-locking entertainment you have given your community.
I can't remember if we called this guy "Ghetto Blaster" or if that name was for the guy who rode his bike all over town with an oversized boombox tied to the handlebars, but before today this guy's identity was a mystery to me. We saw him not just on this corner but walking all over town. He does not stop moving. Maybe he's always on the lookout for more D-sized batteries. I have a theory that he is the ghost of a person who OD'd on a mixture of meth and cocaine in the mid-80s, and his spirit is still coming down from that high.
Now, thanks to the Internets, we know. His name is Radio. This is his workout. (Disregard the first 20 seconds of this video, NSFW.)
This is Radio's musical debut.
And finally, this is Radio being given what is possibly his first t-shirt.
Thank you, Radio, for all the head-turning, car door-locking entertainment you have given your community.
posted by Luke McIntyre at 4/30/2007 04:40:00 AM
3 Comments:
Jacksonville still scares the hell out of me.
Not like a sound in the night when you think you're alone in an old house.
Like when you're walking alone along the side of a road that has no streetlights and a car rolls up behind you slowly.
It is very much like that, in the sense that it makes you want to run away from it because something might get you.
I love that guy. He's the only reason I go home. Nothing else is funny in J-ville.
-Dan
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