I've been wanting to tell this story for the last few days but with Fourth of July (I hope you all had a great one!) and visiting family, didn't have the chance, so I'll do so now.

Last Thursday, I got a chance to go up to a city in Oklahoma called Norman. The reason being is that a friend of mine named Josh got called back for a bit part in a Hollywood film that's slated to film in and around our area called "You Can't Win: The Story of Jack Black" and he didn't want to go up there alone. Despite not getting a call-back myself, I decided to accompany him because I can understand not wanting to go to a strange city by yourself, as well to lend him support... and hang with two friends who live in OKC.

So after a 2-hour drive for a 5-minute audition, we meet up with our friend named Kenny and hung out. While we all had fun (including eating at a place called J.R.'s Family Barbeque, which is owned/run by Jim Ross of WWF/WWE fame... so you NEED to come down here once and try it out, it's great and filled with awesome memorabilia) our other friend had to cancel, so we all decided to go see Wolverine: Origins at the dollar theater.

And man... I want my two dollars back. Not that it was horribly awful... but man it could have been a million times better. Just faulty logic and poor scripting all over the place (case in point, the Gambit sequence), which drowned out some great bits, like the whole Silver Fox scenario and Leiv Schrieber as Sabertooth (he was awesome, no question). Still, I expressed my displeasure to my pals walking out of the theater and one thing I learned... never call a movie terrible when it stars anger prone/psychopathic beings with claws.

Because after this, we had decided to go to Borders and chill until Josh and I had to leave to go to Bartlesville to attend a friend's surprise B-Day party. But when I got out of the driver's seat, my friend Josh said, "Wait a sec, Ryan... turn around again". So I did and Josh started laughing and going, "Holy crap, I can't believe it!" and then Kenny pulls in and as he gets out of his car, raises his sunglasses and goes "What the heck?". Me, being bewildered, look at both guys who start laughing at how I must have really pissed either Hugh Jackman off or a local wolverine must have took offense at me talking trash to a namestake.

So I rush to one of the Border's windows and make out in the reflection four near perfect slash-marks on the back of my shirt. No joke, four slashes (three big, one medium/small) right after the other. So we go inside, with me being self-conscious because I'm wearing on this Hawaiian style shirt and nothing underneath and they're just laughing... so I go back into a restroom, take the shirt off and yup, it really looks like four claw marks. No scratches on my back and no clue how they got there.

So the rest of the day goes by, with Josh, Kenny and myself trying to figure out where exactly and when the shirt got torn. Because we all agree that it wasn't when we entered the theater and we can't remember not seeing it walking out... but we jokingly stated that a ninja-like rabid wolverine did it.

So the moral of the story is that in case you see Wolverine: Origins or have seen it... don't talk smack about it. Or else a rabid Wolverine might just take revenge on your shirt.

And it's times like this that reminds me just why life is worth living despite all the crap at times... because you get great and surreal moments like this that make great memories

Ryan!

And here's the Photo for you to gawk at.