My Darwin Awards Submission
Here is my submission to the Darwin Awards:
Media Reference: http://www.local6.com/news/4387914/detail.html
I am sure car-surfing deaths are routine among Darwin Award submissions, but this one left behind a half-baked online journal that makes a sturdy case of the benefit of his departure.
First, the details: 17 years old Brandon Burkhart was thrown from the roof of a car and ran over. The teenager had been indulging in the sport of car surfing, whereby the surfer hangs onto the roof of a car as it accelerates. He died on the spot.
Then, browse his Live(snicker)Journal:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/brandonburkhart/
There, you'll find drug-induced rants about sordid romantic troubles, general ennui and drugs themselves. Interspersed among such semi-coherent babbles are terse little entries spotlighting one or two vulgarities such as: "FUCK," which is followed by "fuck me," which foreshadowed, "FUCK....SHIT...." His very last entry goes, "what would you say to a fucked up life...well you know one and thats me.....and I have to fix it." And fix it, he most certainly did.
While the ability to express a coherent, worthwhile thought once in a while is not, alas, a qualification for living, it is nice to see that one flunky volunteered to spare the world his unlettered ways.
Media Reference: http://www.local6.com/news/4387914/detail.html
I am sure car-surfing deaths are routine among Darwin Award submissions, but this one left behind a half-baked online journal that makes a sturdy case of the benefit of his departure.
First, the details: 17 years old Brandon Burkhart was thrown from the roof of a car and ran over. The teenager had been indulging in the sport of car surfing, whereby the surfer hangs onto the roof of a car as it accelerates. He died on the spot.
Then, browse his Live(snicker)Journal:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/brandonburkhart/
There, you'll find drug-induced rants about sordid romantic troubles, general ennui and drugs themselves. Interspersed among such semi-coherent babbles are terse little entries spotlighting one or two vulgarities such as: "FUCK," which is followed by "fuck me," which foreshadowed, "FUCK....SHIT...." His very last entry goes, "what would you say to a fucked up life...well you know one and thats me.....and I have to fix it." And fix it, he most certainly did.
While the ability to express a coherent, worthwhile thought once in a while is not, alas, a qualification for living, it is nice to see that one flunky volunteered to spare the world his unlettered ways.