Call me Lionel and ride me like a choo-choo, because we're all about the birthday train this week. Next stop, Trip Taylor! Our longtime producing man friend since 2000 on the jackass television show. This photo, taken in 2004 during the ultimo fantastico Wildboyz years, comes all the way from Indonesia, which rhymes with amnesia, and reminds me of the Great Jungle Juice Escapade that still gets quoted—fondly, always fondly, but only after the tapes have first gone to Probstein—throughout the years.
So, what exactly is Trip holding in the bag here? Is it: A) a sampling of his morning runs after going straight from two weeks in India to two weeks in Indonesia, which is more than enough to deep-six anyone's gutty-works; B) a mind-erasing amount of that legendary Dayak Jungle Juice that makes for all those wonderfully missing myths of the night before many, many days if not years later; or C) a genuine kilo of Kopi Luwak, a coffee that comes from berries first brewed in the digestive tract of the civet before being pooped out, washed off, dried, roasted and, finally, brewed, essentially making it "poo brew". Knowing Trip and how much diehard love he has for the bean, I'm sure the answer must be C*.
Now, where do we go from here? No, not Willoughby, but good call, you know me well. Instead, let's simply wish Trip an ass-blasting "Happy Birthday!" and sign off on a caffeinated high.
* There is a distinct chance that none of these are correct, not even C, in which case I could go a bit off the chain like Brad Pitt in Se7en and scream, "What's in the bag!? Ahhhhhh, what's in the bag?!" but a fat load of good hog semen that would do as there are no English speakers within a good 10 kilometers of me if not more.
(Photo by Jeff Tremaine; Indonesia 2004)