:: In which I use dark humor as a defense mechanism ::

Friday, April 22, 2005

Barrett loved road trips, so it was only fitting that we drove eight hours to visit him one last time. Here we see Chicago, Kentucky, and Tennessee on a weekend that, despite (because of?) being one of the more trying periods I can recall, contained some genuinely enjoyable moments. Those moments are vastly over-represented in this photo collection, because when the bad times come, nobody wants to be the jerk running around with a camera mumbling something like "...for posterity!".

That thumbnail's so awesomely pastoral and contemplative I bet you just can't wait for your friends to die.

Posted by morland @ 05:45 PM

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Wow. I look mildly retarded when I try to open beers. I vaguely remember that I had to have someone open every single beer for me. However, I am strangely comforted that Nate looks even more mentally challenged in that picture. Maybe if he had slept with me when he had the chance, things would be different. (Yeah, I'm still beating that one to the ground)

Posted by: choistein on April 22, 2005 09:31 PM

i am a little confused...are these in chronological order?

next time I need better representation, ok?

Posted by: cristina on April 25, 2005 08:41 AM

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