After finally getting the story about how we all managed not to hear about Kevin’s accident, and learning that I wasn’t the only one out of the loop, I still feel weird about not knowing that he was long gone.
Leave it to Kevin to be a pain in the ass. I swear. It’s one thing to be whiny and fat, quite another to up and die on us. Now what am I going to do with that burned copy of The Weakerthan’s Reconstruction Site that has “I hate you! [heart]” sharpied on it? I kept forgetting to mail it, and now Kevin will never hear the sweet sweet sounds of this album. Don’t wait to mail stuff! It will only end in tragedy!
The perpetual gag was that we all hated each other, illustrated in this photo taken at our graduation. I was also standing on a lower step so he didn’t feel so short. There was nothing I could do about the fat, squinty, or baldness.
Fuck off, Dead Kevin. I hate you, and miss you like hell.
[...] And I’m very, very glad that I DID apply, and WAS accepted, and DID go volunteer with then NCCC, because I met one of my best friends there. Too fucking bad he’s dead. [...]
Great pic. I love how in the background Ian on Ashley’s back, lol.