Let’s face it, Shia LaBeof released fifty unstoppable megatons of the LaBeouf into the ether and we choked on it’s thick brilliance. Nice job planet earth, you saw a unicorn and because you didn’t understand its magic, you tried to snuff if out.
Shia has hung up his comb — no more Mutt Williams, no more bad British accents, no more aping on JC’s look, no more interesting penis shots. He was the very best of us who apparently smelled like the very worst of us.
He was a sky poet, a rebel, a dreamer, an amateur dentist, and an alleged wiener cousin to Brian Austin Green.