I know, the video quality is real shitty, but this is such a lovely story I couldn’t resist. See, on Saturday a concert was held at Bam’s bar in Pennsylvania, a tribute for Ryan Dunn and his passenger, Zachary Hartwell. The bands were all close friends of Bam and Ryan – one of them was a friend from high school, one was Bam’s uncle – so it was a nice, close little event. From reading about it and from seeing these shady little videos, it seems like a very fitting tribute. And the best part? All the money they raised, which turned out to be over $20,000, went straight to Zachary Hartwell’s widow.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m still a little sad over Ryan Dunn’s death. Is that absolutely ridiculous? The other night I went to pull out my Jackass DVDs, and then I remembered that if I watched them I would probably just be reduced to a sobbing, messy heap on the floor. And hey, I have things to do.

Let’s just remind ourselves that Ryan probably would have loved Bam’s rendition of Lil Wayne‘s tunes and carry on. There’s too much loveliness in the world to be stuck in sadness, am I right?

I am increasingly heartbroken about the death of Ryan Dunn. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Of course, with each new detail about the precise circumstances of his fatal car wreck—which also killed his passenger, Zach Hartwell—it can be harder and harder for some of us to sympathize, especially for those who have lost a loved one to somebody else’s senselessness. That’s real; those angry feelings are valid.

Still, when I see headlines like Bam Margera Collapses at Scene of Crash, I can’t help but feel just a tiny, tiny part of somebody else’s grief.

On Monday, Emily showed you Johnny Knoxville’s moving eulogy to Ryan Dunn. Now, Bam Margera—who had a mini-meltdown on Twitter when Roger Ebert insinuated Dunn could’ve picked better friends—has some words for E! Online:

What astonishes Margera even more was that this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

“He flipped me in a car eight times at the same exact spot in 1996. Thank God I had my seat belt on, because Chris Raab put one on me, but my brother didn’t have one on. He flew 40 feet. Thank God he’s alive. But like, Dunn was always a maniac at driving,” he said.

Bam pulled out his cell phone and read aloud the last conversation he had with Dunn via text messages.

“Stopping for a beer, be there when I can,” was the last message sent from Dunn the night his accident occurred.

This exchange didn’t make it into E!’s transcript of the interview, but it’s in the video:

Interviewer: If there was a way to go back to the morning of that night, what would you say to Ryan?

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First a baseball bat to the head, now this.

So Bam has been on tour with his brother’s band, CKY (who you should maybe check out), and things were going fine until they got to New Zealand.  When they tried to head to the next concert in Australia, Bam wasn’t allowed on the plane because he was causing too much of a ruckus and the airline staff decided that he was too drunk to fly.  However, that may not be the whole truth.

Bam got roofied.  Here’s what he told The Daily Telegraph when he finally got to Australia:

“I was totally boozed one night and remember waking up with this chick on top of me going “I love you, I love’ and I was like ‘who the fuck are you!?”

I might think that this is just a story to make up for a night of drunken shenanigans, but Bam would totally own up to that. He would say he was completely wasted and make no apologies, because that’s kind of what he does.  So you go out and live your life, Bam, and remember to never leave your drink unattended in the future.

TMZ had a chat with Bam about the whole assault by baseball bat thing, and he shed some light on what caused the incident. Apparently the woman who hit him “lives connected” to his bar, and this isn’t the first time she’s taken issue with him.  As Bam says,

“She calls the police nonstop.  She’s punched me in the face, filed a police report.  And then she’s threatened to kill me twice, filed two police reports.  She threatened to kill Missy, my wife, for no reason, and then she threatened to burn the place down and then she hit me over the head with a baseball bat.”

After she did that last part, Bam says she called the police and told them that he was hit by a car, but when he regained consciousness, he set that straight real quick.

As for his condition, he says he was “internally bleeding in the brain for two days,” and he has several staples that seem to be holding his scalp together.  He left the hospital to fly to L.A. so he could film the opener to Jackass 3, which was supposed to be each cast member being punched in the face and filmed in slow motion.  Way to fuck up some plans, crazy woman.  And, you know, I guess for almost killing someone as well.

Despite being hit on the head with a baseball bat Friday night, Bam is already out of the hospital and at home.  I guess when you get into everything that Bam does, you bounce back more easily than other people.  According to Steve-O, fellow Jackass star, he was in intensive care overnight, but he thinks “he’s gonna be ok.”  There’s still no word yet on what caused the fight in the first place.

You can look at pictures of Bam being attended to by EMTs here if you’re into that sort of thing, or you can watch Bam and his friends parody some Real Housewives. Hint:  go ahead and watch the parody, it’s pretty lovely.

When Bam was leaving his bar at around 2 AM last night, some crazy lady approached him.  There was some sort of altercation (the details are shady at this point) which the woman ended by hitting Bam with a baseball bat on the back of his head.  The woman was arrested, and Bam went to a hospital.  There’s no word about how he’s doing.

I don’t give a fuck, I love Bam Margera.  I’m not one of those girls who wears the t-shirts and pretends she knows how to skate and gets heartagram tattoos (I do have some friends like that though), but have I watched all the shows and movies?  Hell yes, I have.  Have I started listening to bands like HIM and CKY and singers like the sweetest man alive, Roger Alan Wade, because I originally heard them on Jackass?  Of course.  So you can say whatever you want about him, but ain’t nobody deserve a baseball bat to the head from someone you don’t even know, especially not a man who has brought such light to my life.