Drinking beer after breaking my arm.
Hottest summer on record. Here, the top of Mt. Garfield is burning. (Thankfully, I already got my dirt from up there). This photo was taken as I was riding my bike, on my way to break my arm and get seven stitches in my head. (That reminds me of a good Black Flag song).
Drinking beers with my buddy.
This is the outside of Emily Griffith Opportunity School to which I am now fully enrolled and paid in full for the first semester.
Here again is Geno Saccomanno. I received a scholarship from the Saccomanno Foundation.
Erin and I went to Denver and went to a Rockies game, the series against the Dodgers when the Rocks still had a promising season ahead of them.
On our way to meet with my adviser, we were rear ended in front of the police station. Waited forty-five minutes for an officer to arrive. (We were late. Then when we arrived, I was told that the school was restructuring and going to a new semester system, so my program wouldn't start again until August 8).
So, we went to the aquarium.
Don't look him in the eye. He'll turn red with animosity.
For some reason, there was a tiger. I'm for it.
Shark!
Jellyfish.
Really dug the jellyfish.
Annual meeting with my attorney. Don't let the jean shorts fool you. Just look at the size of that brow!
Somewhere in the city of Grand Junction at night, Isaac sleeps, unaware of all the good and bad about to befall him.
Yea! It's Christmas! Go get yourself some lights, kid!
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