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Kirk Janes, RIP
Our friend and one helluva guy, Kirk, died in the line of courier duty on May 21st.
Anyone who had a chance to know him, even briefly, knew instantly what a good, kind soul he was. Our love goes out to him, his friends and family.
On May 22, a memorial was created at Steiner and Fulton and on May 28. the traditional courier memorial ride was conducted.
I have photos from each.
http://flickr.com/photos/turkeybot/sets/72157605327966196/
Once again, R.I.P., Kirk — arguing over Trivial Pursuit, kicking ass at pool and bowling and drinking your beer... you'll be missed, man.
RIP
Yesterday I started to put on my "fat" jeans (jeans that are too big for you so you feel safe not exposing any kind of muffin top on those bloated days) and I actually ripped off the belt loop when I was putting them on!
I've had those jeans for at least 7 years. They saw through many a slobby days and ice cream nights. That's the longest relationship I've ever had.
I guess I'm reduced to sweat pants now.

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