im currently writing my contribution for the scrapbooks being made by amanda for kennys mom and gram.

oddly enough as i type this part...

"i would have to say the pinnacle of the night was when someone got a hold of the ipod and put journeys - don't stop believing on, and turned the volume up way louder than it should have been for one in the morning. about fifteen people stood in a circle, arms around each other, and jumping around singing the lyrics at the top of their lungs. we all knew this was the last barbecue of the summer, we all knew this meant something."

its nearly the exact time 3 months ago this happened.
kenny was still here.
in my house.
singing. 
right here.