His name is Bear, he lives in Austin, Texas, and is one of the nicest, kindest people you’ll ever meet. He doesn’t even wear the bar or hoops on a daily basis. I’m sure that won’t stop all you so-quick-to-judge types. I met him at church, as a matter of fact.
I met this man in 1996, when he ran a flashing red light in his roommate’s car, causing a wreck. I can vouch for the fact that this is a very sweet, honest man. Unfortunately, the police who responded, his roommate (the car’s owner) and his insurance adjuster were horrible.
I’m not judging, I just don’t see what’s so great about stretching your earlobes that big. I mean, to each his own, I just don’t understand. But more power to him for doing what he wants, as long as he’s happy, I guess.