no, don't take my picture
Only let me look really cute while I hide from the camera. 
Only let me look really cute while I hide from the camera. 
Jus to get them out there, I’m gonna post some singles. One at a time. I do this mostly to torture @maeghan. That and they don’t go together. This is KJ and Lindsey.
Not many pictures from this night made it through the edit filter. oh well. I have a tendency to try to make a narrative with photo series, but some nights just don’t fall into that pattern. Too much going on to get it all, or too much happening in bad light, etc. And sometimes my narrative making brain cells aren’t firing either. Of course, the gist of what happened is what you see in these photos, even if there isn’t a series of them. We drank. We chilled. That’s about it. 

There would be more of these, but I didn’t much feel like taking pictures. Wasn’t totally together. I was sad and not really functioning so well. But the ride helped, and the funeral (minus the pastors that didn’t really know adam) was good. The ride after, without the police escort, was better. We took over the street, up broadway and down 23rd, a critical mass like this city hasn’t seen in a while. It was kinda epic, which fitted with what I was feeling at the time. Maybe you had to be there. 


And then that night I began the business of figuring out how to function again. I met this chick who seemed all right but turned out to be totally psycho. Or turned psycho after drinking. I have a photo of her, but I really don’t feel like posting it. I seem to attract the crazies lately. Oh well, c’est la vie. 
