Ozzy – A neighborhood origin story
admin | May 6, 2010 | 8:52 amMy neighbor Chip (not his real name) has a genuine soul. Sometimes a bit rough around the edge’s, once you get to know him, he’s just a tattooed teddy bear. I’ve known him for almost six years now, and he’s just as interesting now as he was on my skeptical first impression. We’ve talked about doing a podcast together, and it’s juts a matter of scheduling to get him in to sit down.
He enjoys his music, he family, surfing, good conversation, skateboarding, and a mean drink. I think his drink of choice would be beer followed closely with a tall screwdriver (orange juice and vodka). We’ve been to bars together, backyard parties, neighborhood BBQ’s, and he always brings a special brand of entertainment, whether he means it or not.
Once you get past the colorful language and initial intimidation factors, you’ll recognize that you want Chip to be your friend. He’s solid, through and through, very genuine and means what he says. Granted he’s had a colorful history, his stories of years past raising hell will captivate just about anyone. But in time, I suppose we all slow down. His priorities is that of his family first, and to be an excellent neighbor, always willing to lend a helping hand.
However, as I alluded to prior, he can be quite entertaining, especially when libations are involved. Chip got the nickname ‘Ozzy’, (a nickname I coined for him and take full credit for) one evening after a raucous round of imbibing around the fire that was blazing in the portable pit in my driveway a few years back. The neighbors had all come down as we collect occasionally on a Friday night after work. Chip was in rare form (or perhaps not so rare if I think about it) hitting the sauce a lit harder than usual. Maybe it was just an empty stomach, or the way my wife tends to pour drinks, but as the night wore on, Chip’s speech became more and more incomprehensible to the point where it literally sounds like mumbling from a mouth full of greased up marbles.
At one point he tried to walk home down the street, a total of 50 yards or so and it seemed to take all of 15 minutes. We watched him walk away, trying ever so hard to walk a straight line from point A to point B, his home, however, it looked more like a dashed line that Billy from Family Circus would take. There were multiple false starts and finishes, bobbing and weaving to the left and then to the right. Zigs and zags aplenty as we all watched in marvel and he continued to mumble on and on to himself in the quiet of the night.
It’s as if he were channeling Ozzy Osbourne himself. A train wreck in comedy that you just cannot seem to take your eyes off of. And thus when I muttered something in reference to his behavior and that of Ozzy, a nicknamed legend was born.
Not to long ago, the boys had decided to go out for hot wings and a few brews so we all hopped in my car to pick up my friend Jon. Jon is in the business of IP based security systems, and thus has a few camera’s strategically placed around his house that are always active. In the videos below, you’ll see a sober Chip discovering one of the camera’s and letting his playful side come out. How often to get to witness a man in his mid 40′s let down his guard and interact like a little kid making faces and comedic gestures to the camera?
Video #1 (Doesn’t he look like Andy Capp?):
Video #2 captured shortly thereafter:








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