First of all, can we just take a second to acknowledge how f*cked up the world is? An innocent dude was literally punched for looking like a (d list) celebrity. I’m sorry, sir, but can’t you take a boxing class or something instead of unleashing your wrath all over this poor man’s face?
https://www.instagram.com/p/BEm0LV6Idse/?taken-by=mariolicato
Also, Shia LaBeouf isn’t that bad. I mean sure, maybe he rides elevators for 24 hours for no apparent reason and looks a little different than he did when he was in Holes, but give the guy a break. There are worse people out there.
In case you have no idea what I’m talking about, let’s recap shall we?
Over the weekend, Mario Licato was assaulted after leaving a subway station on Manhattan’s Lower East Side just after 8 p.m. when he was unexpectedly sucker punched to the face – a punch that left him unconscious. Just days after the incident, he received something else unexpected- a voicemail from LaBeouf himself.
In an interview with Cosmopolitan, Licato recalls how it happened:
It was a pretty long voicemail. He was like, “Hey, this is Shia LaBeouf … I just read an article that you were punched in the face because you look like me?” And he was like, “Aw, man. That sucks. I’m so sorry. But I get it. It’s happened to me before.” And then he was like, “I don’t know. I wish I was in New York. I’d come bring you soup.” He was just like, “This sucks. I don’t even know what to say. I’m sorry. People are just crazy. Just because you look like me?” I was obviously laughing the whole time. And then he was like, “Here’s my phone number. Don’t give it to anybody. Please, please, call me back. Call me back if you want to. We could chat. Let’s giggle over this. Maybe there’s a silver lining in all this. But call me back.” And then he was like, “And once again, this is Shia LaBeouf, the guy you got hit for looking like. And yeah, man, I’m sorry. I’m just really sorry.” And he was like “Keep your head up, G.” And that was it.
The voicemail was left on his work phone (which Licato doesn’t even know the number of himself), so he didn’t realize it until LaBeouf commented on his Instagram photo:
Via Mario Licato Instagram“He [Shia] left me a voicemail yesterday morning, but he left it on my work phone and I don’t even know my work phone number. I’ve been on a shoot so I couldn’t see it. And today he commented on one of my Instagram posts and said, “Hey, I left you a voicemail.” And that’s how I ended up finding out that he left me a voicemail. I looked and was like, ‘Oh shit! He left me a voicemail yesterday morning.'”
Can we just talk about how the real LaBeouf keeps calling Licato, ‘G?’ I feel like they’re going to hang out on the reg now and get coffee. He does owe him soup, after all.
“He sounded bummed and genuinely really bad. Like he just felt like shit. Like I can’t believe this happened. This sucks. And he was just like, ‘I wish I was in New York but I’m not.’ I thought it was really funny that he wanted to bring me soup.”
At least he was a decent enough human to call. Poor guy. Life’s weird, man.
