"LIVING WITH THE BOOM" will present horrible/ funny/ disturbing real life stories that have happened to members of The Boom as a direct result of other members of The Boom!
Week 1 - Jay Wells Almost Gets Me Killed - By Tim Dorsch
It was a cold night about five years ago. We were living in the Lakeshore and Kipling area of Toronto and had been out for a night of drinking for a friend's birthday party. With last call having long since past, myself, Desiree Lavoy, Jay Wells and others were walking down Lakeshore on our way home. The night was crisp, cool and quiet.
Jay was listening to some sort of death metal in his head phones and for reasons I still don't quite was punching mailboxes and tipping over newspaper boxes. Desiree and I were walking a distance back and I was working the Dorsch magic on her when all of a sudden I was grabbed from behind and slammed against a wall. A young, pockmarked man wearing salt stained EXCO clothing was yelling something about trashing "The Hood". I pointed to Jay and informed this ninety pound man with the straight brimmed Toronto Raptors hat that he was the one who was trashing "The Hood". This, I regret.
The young man ran up behind Jay and shoved him. Without any hesitation Jay turned with a swivel of the hips and a fist flying and dropped the young crater face. The young man's friend then jumped on Jay and to my horror Desiree tore down the sidewalk and jumped the second man in. We had a brawl on our hands! Two skinny Lakeshore crackheads vs. Jay and Desiree!
I ran and pulled Desiree off the guy and threw her down an alley way when I saw the first gentleman get up and brandish a handgun! He was screaming something about "Popping a cap in our ass", which is so late nineties! Comedian Dylan Gott grabbed the guy with the gun and started screaming in a high pitched voice as the man pushed the gun into Dylan's stomach. I guess in retrospect I should have titled this "Jay Wells Almost Gets Everyone I Know Killed".
Things could have got really bad but then out of nowhere a man, a REAL man named RJ McLean saved all of our asses. He kicked all of us down the alley and then turned on the guys with the gun and as one of them put the gun to his forehead he begged them to just walk away... and then they did.
Not sure how funny this all is... but I just wanted everyone to know that Jay Wells almost got me killed once.
