Nicky posted a new video on his public napacione Facebook page. Here’s his Twitter announcement about it:
It’s nine-plus minutes worth of bobbing, weaving, and eye darting. At one point, it sounds like he’s referring to Billy Porras as Bob Porras. Maybe it’s that “fast accent” he claims to have. I have no trouble understanding Chicago accents, but Pacionese is a different kettle of fish.
There’s no question he’s mentally stuck in the 1990s. Most of his rambling is about things that happened 20+ years ago. There’s no question his condition has severely deteriorated over the past couple of years. His aversion to showers, soap, shampoo, combs, etc., hasn’t changed, but he used to be somewhat coherent. I used to be able to understand 3/4 of what he said. At best, I can now understand about 1/3 of it.
The highlight of the video is the part in which he tells of ducking into a post office, slamming the door, dashing through it on his one-horse open sleigh in his sneakers, and had 9-1-1 called on him. I recall him writing that he once spent the night sleeping on the lobby floor of a post office. Whether that incident is the same one to which he’s referring in this video, I’ve no idea. He does like to embellish the truth over time.
Another high point is his description of falling off a 30′ cliff in Canada, and nearly dying. I’ve slipped a few times rock climbing in Snowdonia, but those rock faces are usually pretty wet, and do harbor slippery moss. At least I had the proper gear, stuck my chocks in every 10′ or so, and couldn’t possibly fall as far as Nicky claims he did. I’ll bet he climbed with no gear — if at all.
Then, once again, he brings up being hit by a car. Maybe he plowed into a stopped or parked car while riding his bicycle, but his story about it has changed so many times over the years that the truth may never be known.
Congratulations, Nicky. You now look like Captain Caveman. I don’t see a lot of dates in your future.
“…strangled a man as tight as he could.”
“I can remember in my head…”
How many stories is telling simultaneously?
Does he picture metals heads crowded at his feet, chins in cupped hands staring in rapt attention – “Tell us more, you were so badass! Wait, wait – this is the best part!”
Where else would one remember?
Wide the thtorm!
“I can remember in my head…” is code for “I’m making up the story now”. Because even if the story he’s telling is loosely based on a factual event, he’s sure to distort as many facts as possible, as well as add in complete fabrications.
The more I see him lately, the more his weird twitches, flinches, winces, side-glances, and impeccable hygiene have been reminding me of somebody, and I finally figured out who it is — the hitchhiker from Texas Chainsaw Massacre… http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbrbs3WNLfc/UbEgbzDGSHI/AAAAAAAAkoo/d7fKF8xXpzo/s1600/Hitchhiker.jpg
He’s definitely going downhill fast. He looks really bad now and can barely get a sentence out without stumbling over his tongue. He was always inarticulate but he never used to sputter and stammer like this. There’s a few moments where he just gives up on what he’s trying to say mid sentence and starts a new one. In a few more years I don’t think anyone will be able to understand a word he says.
You think he’s going to last that long?
No.