A backwards worn hat coupled with what looks like a Celtics shirt is a tacit plea for objects to hit you in the head. It's social science. The plunkee should at least be happy it's only a football he's getting pelted with. Still, the interruption leaves us to wonder what could have been included in the "daily rant". Perhaps that the backseat of the car he's living out of is too small to accommodate the taping of his innernet musings? That taping rants on the sidewalk is what al Qaeda would do if they were based in Southern California? Where was his friend's accuracy when they were trying to hurl Fritos bags over the outstretched arms of that store clerk? WE HAD IT MADE, MAN!