Los Angeles (CNN) — Rapper Andre Johnson severed his penis and jumped from a Los Angeles apartment building early Wednesday, police said.
Johnson was seriously injured, but survived the fall from the second level of the building in North Hollywood, Los Angeles Police Sgt. William Mann said.
Johnson, along with his recovered penis, was taken to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, where he was being treated, Mann said.
Details about what triggered the incident were not available.
Johnson has been a member of Northstar, a Long Beach, California, hip hop group that was part of the Wu-Tang Clan family, according to the Wu-Tang Clan website. He performs under the name Christ Bearer.
His recording credits include “When the Guns Come Out,” which was included on the soundtrack of the 2004 film “Blade: Trinity,” according to the Internet Movie Database.
Readers of my horror stories, this isn’t how I picture my clown walking around, but yes, to when he’s doing terrible things. Putting under the break because it’s a really, viscerally disturbing clown pic, and if you stare into its eyes for a second you kind of want to start crying. Really.
I like this Tumblr (literally submit what you’d take if your house was on fire), but I always interpreted people’s submissions as two ways. First you’re picturing the house is ACTUALLY on fire, and you’re running out the door, what would you grab? Family/pets…..wallet/phone. That’s exactly what I grabbed when the Fire Department pounded on my door for a gas leak. I had a cat under my arm, wallet hanging out of my pocket, calling my niece, as I was tripping into my sneakers while running down the stairs.
And then the other submissions I pictured more if you lived in a fire zone and you got notified you had to clear out in fifteen minutes because the winds had shifted and “oh my God, we have to leave!” what would you take. Obviously, if you had 15 panicked minutes, once you collected your family and your pets, you’d snatch whatever else was valuable to you. It’s still an ‘emergency’ but if you can grab your birth certificate, laptop, and Great Grandma’s recipe book that came from the old country five generations ago, you would. It doesn’t make you a douche, it’s your stuff. Our stuff, what’s important to us, is what makes a civilization. Without all the silly trappings we surround ourselves with, we’re just back in caves again.
"Most of the post here seems like for bragging or showing off (what would look cool), not realistic. C’mon, are you people ffing serious? With emergency situations like a house fire, adrenalin is pumping, fight or flight, survival is the ultimate motivator and not looking for stuff. I’ve been to a 7.6 earthquake and the last thing I think about is stuff!"
We started this with the Halloween prompts from October, but it’s also the perfect time of year (considering everything we’ve been through with this brutally long chaotic winter, and let me tell you, I’m more bitter than the average duck because we got snow again yesterday) to get some inspiration from pictures.
Like Halloween, you have plenty of options as to what to do with these. You can mix them with the other prompts we’ve got floating around, you can use them as a starting off point, or you could use them as your setting. Or whatever else your creative mind comes up with! It’s entirely up to you.
Encouraging news on the posting front (for some of you), I just re-read the last chapter of The Arrangement, and I believe I have my hook now to start drafting the next one. I’ve been avoiding really thinking about it, because I wasn’t ready to jump back into immersing myself in a scene of ‘violence & chaos.’ If you recall, since my nephews were shot in October, I’ve been slowly inching my way back into different things and that was the last story I’d had hanging that was very much hanging, exclusively in that genre. Not promising the new chapter will be up soon, but at least it’s got a path forward again. It was kind of frustrating because every time I saw the folder it my drafts it was just, ‘nope.’ Now it’s not so nop’ish.
Martin Richard was one of three people killed in the bombing at the Boston Marathon on Monday, April 15, 2013. Martin’s sister Jane, 7, and his mother, Denise, were injured. Mrs. Richard works at Neighborhood House Charter School in the school’s library. It was also the school Martin attended.
Martin’s older brother, Henry, was not injured and neither was Martin’s father, William Richard. Mr. Richard was a runner but was not running in this year’s marathon which led to some mis-reporting that he was actually participating in the marathon.
Mr. Richard was a community leader in Dorchester at one time serving as president of the board of directors for the St. Mark’s Main Street Area, a civic improvement project for the city.
Here is a statement released by Mr. Martin:
“My dear son Martin has died from injuries sustained in the attack on Boston. My wife and daughter are both recovering from serious injuries. We thank our family and friends, those we know and those we have never met, for their thoughts and prayers. I ask that you continue to pray for my family as we remember Martin. We also ask for your patience and for privacy as we work to simultaneously grieve and recover. Thank you.”
I keep seeing this picture being reblogged and it’s really bothering me more than most post-tragedy photos that get circulated. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because his ears are kind of big and his teeth are really crooked. He looks like the kind of kid who would get picked on a little or who would be particularly sensitive. And I know that’s so stupid and I’m literally judging him from a picture and it doesn’t make it any less sad than anybody else who dies so horribly but I don’t know, something about it is hitting close to home.
Stevo likes taking naps inside the storage ottomans, but then we have to play the game of whether he wants to sit on top, or inside. He pats his paw to indicate. But then I saw this on Amazon. A “Kitty Ottoman.” Has an opening, and a little bed inside. It just arrived, and he sniffed around it but wouldn’t go in it.
This is him being bribed with treats. We’ll see if the Skinnerian method works on cats as well as dogs!