February 27, 2008
Crazy Boyfriend Has Headaches
Lance Farber, the 47 year old new age chiropractor boyfriend of our new city planning director John Rahaim, who last weekend set their bed on fire and smeared crushed tomatoes all over the historic landmark apartment the city had put them up in, had a brief appearance in court today, where his bail was set at $1 million. Farber would have been in court longer, except that his attorney, noted local criminal lawyer (and Matt Gonzalez for Mayor campaign treasurer) Randy Knox, said Farber's been suffering terrible migraines ever since he set the place on fire and fled the scene.
Making that splitting headache even worse, Farber was also formally presented with the paperwork for the second restraining order that Rahaim filed against him after Rahaim discovered the fire. (Farber violated the first restraining order when he tried to call Rahaim from jail.) Knox says it is an "accurate assessment" to describe this situation as a lovers' quarrel, and that Farber was having a hard time adjusting to life in a new city, having followed Rahaim from Seattle for Rahaim's new job.
In an attempt to keep the issues about our city and not just entertainingly-lurid soap opera blog fodder, the Chron also rushed out a piece about the city planning situation in SF (i.e., who wants more condos?). Also, the damages report show that the antique furniture that Farber toppled over is all okay, but the house will need about $30,000 of new carpeting and paint to repair the smoke damage. Guess that tomato stuff washes right off, huh?
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if he was busted for DUI maybe he just has a wicked hangover from all the butterscotch schapps he drank before ruining a city landmark.
what a jerk. hope they make him pay out of his pocket for the expense of fixing it up...he should man up and pay the price for his childish behavior.
$1 million for bail seems a tad high, no?
I'm not suggesting this wasn't a serious crime or that he isn't a danger to society, but many who have been accused of far worse have bailed out for far less...were it any other house (even with a historical designation) I doubt it'd be this high.
I once had a bad girlfriend who always seemed to develop an "ailment" (headache, stomach ache, &tc.) when she did something to piss me off. I don't know if it was an out-and-out fabrication, or some sort of weird psychologically induced physical manifestation, but it was damn frustrating. She always used it as a way of trying to get out of dealing with the consequences of her being lame. So I can relate, is what I'm saying.
I have a mother who uses the "migraine" excuse for all kinds of ridiculous crap.
He deserves his $1 million bail for using that excuse alone.
Girls always develop headaches to avoid the consequences of being lame. I always develop a raging drunk to avoid the consequences of my lameness, which in turn produces more lameness, which in turn produces more drunky, then tomatos, burning mattresses, trashed antiques....
Wait, he's still not the ex-companion/boyfriend? After a second restraining order? They're still not 'ex's'?
Oh, SFist, how I love the illustrations you use with your post. Hilarious. This one has me in tears!
Lots of solid judgment in SF these days. How did they avoid working more drama queens like Britney and Gavin into the story?
At least he did not do the rehab route which is the fashion du jour.
He may not be in rehab, but he's probably jonesing off of some kinda white powder in jail.
Are the sheets and bed fireproof in the slammer?
that was really hard to follow.
Farber's website is a wonder to behold.
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It's not a migraine, honey -- it's called "coming down from your first meth high in jail." We've all done it. Welcome to san francisco, Lance.