SAN MATEO ï¿½ Seventeen-year-old Nicholas Barron loved cars so much and had such a silver tongue that when his grandmother Marlene Ferrigno went to pick out a Cadillac, he came with her. He picked out everything, from the cherry-red color to the chrome package, and did all the dealing with the car salesman, his mother Gina Barron said.
But cars proved his undoing Saturday night. Barron, a student at Aragon High School, was killed in a car accident shortly after 10 p.m.
“It shouldn’t happen,” his father, Joel Barron, said Sunday.
Nicholas ï¿½ the youngest of three sons ï¿½ was driving his older brother Anthony Barron’s 1993 Camaro Z28 westbound on state Highway 92 at between 90 and 100 mph on the night he died, according to the California Highway Patrol.
While speeding, he attempted to merge into the fast lane from the next lane over, police said. He lost control of the car, and it veered right and hit another car driven by a 76-year-old San Mateo man who was traveling at 55 mph. The Camaro kept veering right, drove up a steep embankment and flipped.
Nicholas, who was not wearing a seat belt, was ejected from the car and pronounced dead at the scene. He was driving two friends up to the Crystal Springs Safeway store to meet with other friends, his parents said. The two passengers were wearing seat belts and were treated and released from Stanford Hospital with minor injuries.
The man driving the other car suffered moderate injuries and was also taken to Stanford.
The accident left family and friends bereft of a generous and charismatic young man who could, his grandfather George Barron said, “sell an icebox to an Eskimo.”
His brother, Brandon Barron, recalled going to the dean’s office at Aragon for throwing a piece of clay one day and finding Nicholas there ï¿½ hanging out with the dean, and skipping class to do so.
Joel Barron said he found an employee for his startup company through his youngest son. He laughed about how well Nicholas played baseball at this year’s Father’s Day picnic, catching with his bare hands and hitting home runs, though he’d never followed his two brothers’ interest in sports. The entire family recalled that Nicholas helped a friend move earlier that day before his shift at Safeway, which ended at 9 p.m.
“He was so comfortable in his own skin,” Gina Barron said.
And then there were the cars. Nicholas got a scooter when he was only 15, and by the time he was 17, he had a huge Dodge Ram pickup that he worked on every week, his friend Ben Blosser said. Nicholas and his brother Anthony liked to trade cars from time to time, switching the sports car for the truck.
Crowds of Nicholas’ friends gathered in front of his home Sunday. They were already wearing shirts with his likeness printed on the front and back.
“He could make anybody smile,” said Tory Freeman, 16.
As of last night, the world has lost one of its brightest beings, Nick Barron was a great friend to me throughout my life, I have known him since Kindergarden, biggest smile, said hi to my mom all the time. If there was ever someone who never deserved something like this, it was Nick. He leaves behind two brothers and two loving parents who could all use your support in this tragic matter. Please show your respect for him by using this buddy icon that can also be found here. Or you can download this wallpaper:
Mario Soda – I’ve spent nights tossing and turning trying to remember this stuff. From what I can recollect, this was the nectar of the gods, the cream of the crop, the king of swing, the colossus of clout, the mac daddy of sugary carbonated beverages. You got Mario Punch (amazing), Luigi Berry, Yoshi Apple (breathtaking), & Princess Cherry (paint thinner). I would suck these down and lick the cans after when I was a wee lad livin in the early 90’s. I wanna know how many of you out there have had the pleasure of sippin chode sized novelty nintendo soda.
Salute Your Muthafuckin Shorts : Reminisce with me wont you? Back to when the summers were filled with Nickolodeon and Stick Stickly…Back when quality programming dominated the Nick Network, when mullet-rocking characters like Zeke stole the hearts of adoring preteen girls. And who could forget Donkey Lips, the lovable fat fuck with a speech impediment. I remember wishing to salute the shorts of a certain female cast member (pictured in the middle here) but I bet that lurky camp counselor probably beat me to it. What stuck out most in my mind was the dreaded Awful Waffle..the sticky tradition that entailed the victim sprawled out with his midriff exposed and than received a belly button full of maple syrup. Good stuff.
I arrive stag at Megs, the doors opened and I quickly see everyone is about 10 shots ahead of me, and this frickin CZIG chic brought her camera too, so my lil cam had some competition. I find this picture amusing because it kinda looks like Ari is getting his dork tugged. Heres my most heterosexual moment of the night, Nick Brady does not let men kiss him because he is gay, it’s only because I have run out of women. Oh wait, scratch that last statement, heres Drew on my nuts, literally. But I got some booby and booty shots to cancel that shit out. Enjoy that, heres a two for price of one shot.
In the midst of binge drinking and jig dancing, Drew and I took part in a push-up competition, and lemme jus say that lil shitbird can squeeze out a bunch, but once again my B-Cup beauts prevailed and I think that explains why he was on my nuts the rest of the night; as documented in the previous picture… I then took my PRRRRIZEEE, yehhhh suck on that COLIN ooooohhh yeahhh baby, got em done.
Here we have Meg aroused at the sheer presence of my automobile, and yes shes a big fan of my backseat, they don’t call me wide load for nothin eh? Back inside, the midnite cowgirls seemed to be aroused at the sheer presence of each other. Check this out if you don’t believe me.
The nastiest part of the night had to be all that fuckin cheese gettin passed around. Alexa. Ari. Fuckin madness I say, those American singles were not intended to be eaten or smelled by human orifices its no mayo but its god damn close. Lock that shit up and feed the key to Tina.
The story behind this lovely photo was that I inquired to the ladies as to the size and girth of my phallus, which, if you know me on a personal level is called upon as Nick Jr. Melissa doesn’t believe me, and suggested I put my money where my crotch is. I denied. But Alexa says I mooned her and scarred her corneas with my beastly, hairy, yetty ass. I believe it, hell, it made Zack pass out. Yeh he’s a better guitar player than I, which pisses me off, I bet Nick Jr. would win in a cage match.
All in all it was another succesfull night at Megs and in case I missed some pics, you can check em all out
Oh and lest we forget:
The bro Eebs lumbered over to my pad and scooped me into his grand jeep vehicle with hungry with an apetite for the outdoors. We
cruised 4-wheeled skyline till we spotted a trail that seemed to present an ample challenge and proceeded to conquer it for the next 2 hours or so. Advice: Do not attempt to wear sandles while attempting to hike. Over the course of our adventure Matty and I came across the guy that does the Geico commercials, den I picked em up and Matty rubbed his belly, felt kinda like a wet fat kid might. So like I said, around two hours; against the elements, and at their mercy all the way my cold and exposed toes would have surely detached and regroup in my throat in a strangle attempt had they the chance. But you know me, I keep my appendages in check. Anyway, manly pictures were takin, us with our walking sticks (not visible due to shrinkage affect). My final words on that matter with Matty: twas a good time that beckons a sequel that will be posted and photographed. G’times Matty Boy.
I spend my weekends with dudes. That’s my story lately, I think I might play that gay card except when it comes down to the cooking and my skills or lack thereof , that and the boobs and da heiny. I also enjoy singing.
Heres a picture of Josef after his cocaine snort, it might have been powdered sugar though, we’re looking into it, either way his puny balls could not handle the sensation. Ian spilled V-juice on the chair cushion, and you can probably guess what happend next…Joe lapped it up like a kitty and her lil milk saucer, cept less cute and more alcoholicy. Joe makes funny faces after he sips on his potent oil as apparent here and meow. I tend to look more like this.
We are the responcible lads and take to the streets as opposed to vehicular transportation, nor do we operate heavy machinery, cept for our penises, which are unbelieveably large and heavy. Joe got stuck under an overpass kinda like a retarded mosquito catcher who finds his way into your bathroom while your taking a shower and than melts on your ceiling.
Joe pissed outside McDonalds, and I laughed accordingly. Then a mysterious woman in a truck came and stuck it in the arse of Joe causing a little bit of hurl to climb up my esophagus, no biggy. The night ended back at my pad with some old times NES Action and some