See that image up there? That’s Jason London playing the role of Randall “Pink” Floyd in the classic 1990s flick “Dazed and Confused.” According to Wikipedia (and an Ogle Mole whose ex-girlfriend’s dad allegedly smoked pot with the guy a year or two ago), Jason grew up in Tuttle and still visits Oklahoma often.
Yesterday, the actor made news for the wrong reasons. He was involved in a bar fight in Scottsdale…and he lost.
From Us Weekly:
Jason London’s recent arrest has left him Dazed and Confused. According to a police report obtained by Reuters, the actor, 40, was charged with assault and disorderly conduct after getting into a bar fight in Scottsdale, Ariz. on Sunday, Jan. 27.
London allegedly punched a person who accused him of sneezing on him at Martina Ranch bar. When security attempted to escort London out of the bar, the actor allegedly threw punches at them as well, and they had to “defend themselves,” authorities stated.
The report states that London “became belligerent and started cursing” while being treated by paramedics. When he was placed in the back of a police car, an officer claimed he saw London “lean to the left and defecate in his pants.” An officer also wrote in the report that the actor “showed obvious signs and symptoms of extreme alcohol impairment.”
Who does this guy think he is? Jerry Giordano??? Of course, there are two sides to every story:
But London has since denied all the charges against him on Twitter.
“Guys, the TMZ report is a total f–king lie. I got jumped by three 250 pound bouncers,” he wrote on Jan. 29. “They knocked me out and beat me for several minutes. I would never say or do the crap they are reporting. Have faith in me The truth will come out and you will see.”
Yeah, Jason, just like the moon landing and global warming, I’m sure it’s a f–cking lie. Oh well, at least we get a funny mug shot out of the deal:
As any other non-anonymous, D-list, obscure local social blogger can tell you, you’re bound to come across two kinds of people over the course of your career: A) those who call you out for writing about them, and B) those who do something totally bizarre and manic in front of you in hopes that you’ll one day write about them.
Option A, at least in my experience, is almost always a pleasant one. This is because I typically stick to discussing foxy guys in Oklahoma–and well, foxy guys are usually pretty charming even when they accidentally ignore you like one Nick Collison. The latter regularly ends in an awesome disaster, often including (but not limited to) shattered drink tumblers, mild rough housing, my younger sister getting harassed, me elbowing offenders in the ribs, and forest fires. I had the pleasure of running into both of these kinds of people this weekend. An eventful night indeed.
Don’t take this the wrong way though you guys–I for one love meeting new people. I especially like chatting with someone new if they’re funny or interesting have a good spot in a line I’m waiting in. In fact, it’s one of the things that I adore about living in Tulsa. It’s small enough that eventually, you start recognizing strangers; the kid who serves you your morning Starbucks, the lady behind the desk at the bank, even the chief pharmacist at the place I’ve been going since I was a kid. T-Town, it’s a great place to live.
Good ol’ wholesome Tulsa, where moms drive SUVS and young professionals play in softball leagues and where everybody knows your name. So pristine, that we can even overlook the occasional flasher in South Tulsa. Wait, a flasher in South Tulsa?
From News On 6:
Like all other regular people, I did a lot of dumb things when I was a teenager. In addition to maintaining embarrassing MySpace and LiveJournal accounts, I once followed a guy through that drainage tunnel because he looked cute in a spelunking helmet. Another time, I threw a party when my parents were out-of-town and made trashcan punch out of sparkling grape juice. There was also a three-month period when I integrated myself into the entourage of a teenager garage rock revival band, whose members all bore an uncanny resemblance to Blake Anderson.
Oh well, I guess all that isn’t too bad. At least I didn’t flip a truck while trying to run over a coyote.
From News on 6:
In the novel, Great Expectations, Pip helps an escaped convict get away from the fuzz and in turn, that dude becomes his benefactor and pays for his schooling while Pip is tortured by Miss Havisham and Estella. Or something like that. Honestly, I haven’t read the book since freshman year of high school and I prefer Hard Times to any other work by Dickens. The point of all this is to say that students throughout history have needed help paying for their education, a need that is undoubtedly felt now that tuition rates have hiked after recent budget cuts.
By now, I’m sure you’ve seen the story by KFOR about college students looking for sugar daddies and sugar mamas. After all, we can’t all help out convicts to get our schooling paid for, though one would think that paying off student loans to Sallie Mae is roughly the same thing as helping criminals. But some people aren’t down with rich folks paying the tuition of students. According to the report:
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