The first story I ever wrote for Autograph Magazine was called “David Crosby Flipped me the Byrd.” I was proud of it. I simply asked for his autograph, he was rude, and I had some choice words for him. He had a choice finger for me. It was the middle one. As he walked away, I told him he should be more worried about his drug use, as he got a kidney transplant for that reason, and continued to use (I know that because of an arrest at a hotel in which he had drugs and guns).

I’ve written before about the many other people that have been turned down by him for autograph requests, and how he wished testicular cancer on some that asked him. These haven’t just been people at his tour bus. Some were backstage at his concerts; DJs from local radio stations that play his music.

Well, I thought about all those stories when I heard the news that Crosby ran over a jogger in his car yesterday. No, it wasn’t drugs. He passed all the sobriety tests, and it turned out to be the sun getting in his eyes (and the jogger being on the wrong side of the road).

He called 911 and screamed “I hit a guy!” And explained it how the glare of the sun got in his eyes. I’m guessing though, if the guy ever asked for his autograph, that was probably the reason he hit him with his car.

It happened in wine country – Santa Ynez, California, near where Crosby resides. He was going 50 mph in a 55 zone, so speeding wasn’t a factor, either.

The jogger was airlifted to a hospital in Santa Barbara, where he has a number of injures, but none that are life threatening.

Since I last wrote about Crosby, I did find out another crazy story involving him. I met a teenager that’s a musician, and he mentioned Crosby being one of his favorite artists. For a guy that started out in the ‘60s with The Byrds, and then Crosby, Stills, and Nash…that surprised me. Turns out, this guys dad was a good friend of his. In fact, Crosby even performed at his fathers wedding. His dad was also a pilot, and flew Crosby to various locations. He explained that they had a falling out because Crosby kept getting weirder and weirder, and started accusing his dad of stealing from him. He said that many of Crosby’s friends had distanced themselves from him because of how paranoid and bizarre his behavior had become.

I couldn’t resist asking the kid if he ever got his autograph. He said, “Yeah, a few times, but even with me, he was always weird about it.”

So I’m guessing Crosby will pay a visit to the guy at the hospital. But if the jogger asks him to sign the cast over any broken bones…that’s probably not going to happen.

Titles for possible David Crosby parody songs, from the band CROSBY, STILLS, and CRASH:

--Almost Killed a Jogger Today

--Suite: Damn Sun in My Eyes

--Just a Jog Before I Go

--Teach the Joggers Well

--Pre-Jogger Down

--Eight Miles High..the Jogger flew into the sky…

 (the above photo is a real street sign warning people of attacks by birds; I think it can also be used to warn joggers of being attacked by “Byrds”)