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 AmeriCorps*NCCC 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.
