So gay porn star Ryan Idol was arrested for trying to kill his girlfriend with a toilet tank lid, and, giiiiirl, I am not surprised. I lived next door to Ryan when I first moved to LA in 1996 and, CHRIST ON A CRACKER, that bitch was NUTS.
It’s my first day in LA, I’m moving into an apartment building in West Hollywood and the first thing I notice is that my view is of a Ryan Idol Idol in the Sky billboard. Welcome to West Hollywood, right? Where gay porn gets BILLBOARDS. There’s a knock on my door, I open it, and HOW ODD, it’s Ryan Idol, introducing himself and offering me a cocktail and a copy of Idol in the Sky. What a welcoming committee! Is this what living in LA is always like? Turns out he had just moved in, too, and dragged me over to meet his girlfriend. Girlfriend. Whatever. They were obviously METH’D OUT OF THEIR MINDS, but that was fine with me, and we chatted and I went back to my apartment, la la la. Now, my other neighbor, I discovered, was a bedridden AIDS patient on oxygen, with a feeding tube, the whole nine yards. That’s the set-up. You need to know that. Ryan Idol on one side. Dying AIDS patient on the other. So a few nights later, the power goes out in my neighborhood. All of West Hollywood is plunged into darkness. I hear some screaming in the hallway and – LIKE A FOOL – I go into the hallway to investigate. It’s Ryan, WITH A FLASHLIGHT AND A LOADED GUN, running up and down the hallway screaming that it’s the FBI and they’re not going to get him, oh no, he’s not going down like that, he’ll KILL THEM ALL!
His girlfriend and I gently, gently, try to convince him that the FBI didn’t plunge all of West Hollywood into darkness so they could come get him, that it’s just a power failure, nobody’s after him, no big deal etc. Well, he’s not buying it. He’s getting more and more agitated, so I go back into my apartment so that I didn’t end up part of his murder/suicide plans. Eventually his girlfriend convinces him to go back into his apartment. But here’s the thing. They were both tweaking so hard, they went in THE WRONG APARTMENT. They went into my neighbor’s apartment. And it was dark so they didn’t realize it at first. When Ryan discovered a person on HIS bed,he FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT, PICKED HIM UP, THREW HIM UP AGAINST THE WALL, PUT THE GUN TO HIS HEAD and screamed: “WHO ARE YOU? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?” The poor AIDS patient still had tubes in his mouth and couldn’t articulate that it was RYAN who was in HIS apartment. Thank God, Ryan didn’t kill him then and there and I’m pretty sure that by that time the police had been alerted to the crazy guy with the gun roaming the halls of our building, because Ryan was arrested later and I didn’t see him again until a few years later when he was on the news for jumping out of a third story window while high on drugs. I was not surprised.
Anyway, so now he’s been arrested and is being held without bail for trying to kill his girlfriend with a toilet tank lid, and once again, I am not surprised. (via The Sacramento Bee)