Jackass Star Ryan Dunn Was a Budding Columnist

Jackass‘ Ryan Dunn was buried a few day ago, after dying in a fiery car crash last week in his home town of West Chester. Some of his fellow Jackass stars have been writing online tributes to Dunn in the days after his funeral. Below is a piece of Johnnie Knoxville’s post, who writes he was so upset at the funeral he couldn’t properly offer parting words to his friend.

At Ryan’s memorial Wednesday night in West Chester, people were invited up to the microphone to say a few words about his life, whatever they were feeling at that moment. I walked to the podium and tried to share memories of my dear friend, but the words were just spinning in my head. What came out were the mumblings of a man trying his best not to cry, and I wasn’t even successful at that. I didn’t break down, because I knew Angie or his family didn’t need to see that, but I also didn’t get to properly convey what Ryan meant to me. I won’t be able to do that here either, but I will try.

Dunn, incidentally, had a run as a columnist for his local Chester County Daily Local News. His writing was comic and ranting and probably better suited to the Internet. But he was entertaining enough that if we lived in his town we would have picked up the paper every week.

Here’s a taste of an old column of his from 2009 on the fashion flubs of the hipster generation:

What happened to the good ole’ days of British Knights, Z Cavaricci, tight rolls and high hair? Now those were looks demanding respect from our elders! Nothing says “future political leader” like an arrogant 15-year-old white kid breaking out an iffy at best rendition of what he thinks is the MC Hammer dance to the smooth and eloquent lyrics of Vanilla Ice, then wrapping up his mating call with the Running Man…. Cool as ice!

I’m aware we all looked like application forms to Jim Henson growing up, it’s just a part of being a kid but pink sweat pants with “juicy” printed on the ass? Seriously, that’s where I draw the line. Not only is it ridiculous looking but there are parents out there splurging the money for these wardrobe eyesores and in doing so, asking each and every passerby to stare at their daughters butt! And is it just me, or is juicy the last thing you want to think about when looking at said butt? I’ve got an idea…WIPE IT!

He’s no H.L. Mencken, but if you’re a small town editor looking to get readers under the age of 80 to pick up your paper, you could certainly could have done a lot worse.