Seven years today (or at least I think it was on the 4th of July because it sure as shit felt like it), I stood in a parking lot just across from our studio space in Hollywood waiting for Steve-O to go up in a hail of who knows what. Strapped in bandoleers of firecrackers like a Mexican pyro-bandito, he was filming a series of fireworks-oriented bits for his first foray into the self-produced DVD world and this particular stunt involved situating himself at the center of an all-out explosive inferno. All I can say is it sure beat the hell out of any fireworks displays I’d ever seen before.