Within a couple days of first meeting Ryan Dunn, he and I had a boxing match while walking on stilts. I knew right away that he was way gnarlier than me, because I had all kinds of stilt-walking experience as a professional clown and he had next to none, yet I was distinctly more afraid. I was also desperate to win the match and look cool in the process, and Ryan didn't seem to care about either of those things.
You made me sniffle, Steve-o. Remembering Ryan Dunn.