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I don’t currently do drugs, nor do I endorse them, and at the moment I’m quite pleased to say I’ve only done a very, very few in the past, one of them not being acid. For if I had dropped a tab or two in my lifetime I daresay these MTV Cribs vignettes would surely induce a trippy and possibly unwanted flashback of sorts. It really is rather freaky how that lysergic acid crap can seep into your spinal fluid and hang out for the next presentable opportunity to turn on, tune in, and drop out when you least expect it.

The first time we met Ryan Dunn in late summer of 2000, he was living in this very same household. Although at the time I want to say he just rented the bomb shelter in the basement that doubled as his bedroom. It was considerably less decorated then, though, aside from the festive Christmas touch on the ceiling. I’d like to say that one of the walls was also bare stones and earth, but I could just be making that up. Regardless, it looked like he lived in a cellar where one of those Evil Dead bitches would jump out and stick a pencil in your ankle. Wow, Sam Raimi sure knew what he was doing back then. Kind of makes you wonder what happened on Spider-Man 3. He sure stepped on his dick with that one!

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