I've known the Richardsons for forever. Growing up, I was known as "freakin' Ken" on account of the dumb stuff I'd do. You know, the usual high school guy stuff: making bombs, spilling Hydrochloric acid on Peter, burning stuff, creating toxic chlorine gas on accident, etc. In fact, it was when I first spilled Hydrochloric acid on Peter that our beautiful friendship began.
Now we're all grown up, have our own kids, and the Richardsons came over to Shell beach for a weekend. I got to do some family photos of them, which was really fun. It was also nice to be called "freakin' Ken" again. No, I haven't outgrown it.
This is Peter. Knowing him so well means I can mess with his photo.
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