Stian had never been considered especially responsible by his parents \u2013 until he “popped the question” to a helpful California health insurance<\/a> agent.<\/p>\n He was blonde, tall, handsome and invincible according to his peers, a group of fellow 24-year-olds considered equally invincible by each other. All of them were recent college graduates prone to taking incredible risks. Bryan, a heavy-set version of Stian, liked to hang glide off the steepest California cliff faces, catching the first thermal while shouting madly in his counterfeit Dylanesque twang, “You don’t need a weatherman to see which way the wind blows.” Angela, an emaciated version of Bryan, did roulette drugs by needle just “for the thrill of it.” Carrie, a Gothic version of Angela, enjoyed being buried alive and popping up unexpectedly in the manner of her cinematic namesake.<\/p>\n Stian would run barefoot through rattlesnake pits with one of his friends holding a stopwatch as he raced (more…)<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Stian had never been considered especially responsible by his parents \u2013 until he “popped the question” to a helpful California health insurance agent. He was blonde, tall, handsome and invincible according to his peers, a group of fellow 24-year-olds considered…<\/span><\/p>\n