Dateline—February 24, 2008: Much like the 'Nam, we were trudging shit deep through the night and into the butt-cold early morning dawn during the jackass(world) 24-hour takeover of the MTV studios in New York City. In fact, at this very moment we might have been shivering outside while chowing down on April Margera's pancakes. Or maybe we were sweating it out with Chris Pontius during his manly workout symposium. Whatever the case, we'd lost Steve-O, were on the verge of losing Bam Margera, and dance parties were soon to be the delirious rage as we stumbled toward Hour 24 and the finish line.
We came out of the gate hot and hard—so hard—at noon the previous day. Party Boy had run through streets with several more partyin' boys in tow; Danger Ehren had his hair prematurely ripped out during a Nair cut; Steve-O did his best Ali Boo-boo impression as the "Sultan of Soda" and then later rapped to the terror of many; Bam and Phil Margera went toe-to-toe in weenie feeding; Rick Kosick zapped the cat-walking shit out of Danger Ehren during a spelling bee; Dave England spent life in a cage as a menace to society; Wee Man spent life in a hot dog cart as a menace to society; Preston Lacy was without a doubt the biggest loser when it came to drawing the short bus card in a horrible tattoo game; Jeff Tremaine not only got an earfull of Bronx bum shit but had his ass handed to him in a late-night round of "Dizzy Boxing" with Kosick; and Johnny Knoxville underwent wardrobe change after wardrobe change as he gingerly danced the night away during one of many music video wake-up stints.
Numerous friends dropped by for the sleepover, including Mat Hoffman, Loomis Fall, Scott Manning, Dale Watson, Manny Puig, the Lakai team, Zach Galifianakis, Maximillion "Mr. Gumball" Cooper, and a host of stunty participants, big and small, during the world broadcast debut of Mat Hoffman's Tribute to Evel Knievel (and Knoxville's torn urethra!).
All of this and more now sits locked in a vault somewhere. Perhaps clues to its second coming are buried in the Book of Revelations under a pile of reckoning shit about armageddon, a beast, and 666 other prophesies that couldn't have been more unclear and open to wide misinterpretation, but don't bet on it. There is a highlight show that still sees the occasional late-night rotation within the MTV sect, so enjoy it while it lasts, alright*?
* A musical bone for those who know.
(All photos by Sean Cliver; New York City, New York 2008)