“At that point, we were still dressed in partial glitter because the Dolls were still the big thing in New York. I had these silver pants made of Mylar and these black spandex pants I’d wear too. I was the only one with a real perfecto jacket- what the Ramones would later be identified with- which I had been wearing for 7 years already.” - Johnny on his early Ramones style. #Repost@johnnyramone —
Hard to believe, man! Sad, but true! Another athlete (just like 100+ wrestlers)...dead! Crashed and bled out fucking dead! So anyway, how's it going, yall? It's August 13, 2018 and I'm gonna break this sad news to you right row. Earlier on today, there has been a another loss of one of the true legends in pro-wrestling. Jim The Anvil Neidhart was a pro pro-wrestler best known for his appearances in the 1980s and 1990s in the WWF where he was 2-time WWF Tag-Team champion with Bret The Hitman Hart as The Hart Foundation. Among the events he headlined for the WWF were Survivor Series 1989 and In Your House 16: Canadian Stampede, but not much success in the WCW.
According to TMZ, his wife Elizabeth (Ellie) Neidhart told investigators that he was having problems sleeping and got out of bed to adjust the thermostat. Ellie them said that as he went to touch it, he turned "weirdly" as if he was "about to dance" then fell into the wall and ground. She immediately dialed 911 believing he was having a seizure, something he was taking medication for. He had a 4 inch gash in his face when EMTs arrived.
Jim Neidhart was pronounced dead. According to the Pasco County Sheriff's Office, the fall was his fatal cause of death.
He was 63 years old.
RIP, Anvil. Thanks for the badass and comical moments. You will always be remembered.
James Henry Neidhart
Jim The Anvil Neidhart
2/8/55 - 8/13/18
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there is love in me
stashed away in a place
full of artillery and good deeds
this place is behind a liquor store
which sits at the far end of the sprawling prairie
behind this dirty cocktail lounge which bleeds and bleeds
where i am forever locked in time
eating appetizers for the main course
with a degree of scorn for the imperfect
but never daring to declare wars
i don’t go there, it’s true
instead i wear black silk stockings
over my head like a fledgling criminal in doubt
weaving in and out of my thoughts
over coffee and cigarettes
halved like an apple from
what i can do without
the only reality i see now is
the haze that’s spreading and
painting my cheeks a livid red
you perfecting your art of living
and the cocky tilt of your head
century after century of beauty
yet nothing left to learn that’s not tragic
now we’re just gathering sticks for the water jar
though once i used to think i was magic
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