In the June issue of GQ, Charming Potato — whose 22 Jump Street comes out next month — discussed his brief relationship with Shia LaBeouf, who he met on the set of A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints and got into some shenanigans:
“Me and Shia, I think we had just met that day. We were, like, ‘what shall we go out and do?’ We were drinking. And I think our initial thing was ‘Alright, let’s go out and try and get in a fight!’ “I definitely kicked in a window that night. But it wasn’t Barnes and Nobles. Just a window. I was running.” “We were just running and being hoodlums and throwing trash bags down streets and just being stupid. We were trying to be like eighties hoodlums. And I think as we were running I kicked this thing, not thinking that it would ever shatter. And everything just went raining down. And I was like ‘oh shit’. And then we just took off running.” “We all split up. I think Shia even punched a cop car—we weren’t even sure if the cop was in the car, he punched the window of a cop car. It was pandemonium. It was just one of those nights that the volume just keeps getting turned up, turned up, turned up. And we all split up. We all just ran in opposite directions. I didn’t hide under a car, I dove in some trash bags: ‘I’m sitting here for a little while’. In hindsight it’s the funniest thing in the world—just typical actors trying too hard. It’s only fun because we didn’t get caught…that I can have perspective on it now and know it was stupid.
So, did the bonding experience work? Are Mr. Potato and Shia are best friends now? No, not exactly.
This was just young dumb idiot actors thinking that that’s going to bond us. Because we’ll shed blood together blah blah blah. I’ve never seen him since then. The kid’s an incredible actor … I just wish that he would just act. Just act, man!”
Of course it was a “stupid” experience for Channing Tatum that he can look back fondly on now, but that was just the beginning for Shia, a taste of the criminal life that would lead him down the dark path toward a life of low-level thuggery, plagiarism, and rampant douchebaggery.