Let me be clear. I am showing you the above picture for the sole purpose of proving that we did actually produce a few cool shots from this photo shoot, and that the whole thing wasn’t us just jacking around. It was just mostly us jacking around. That’s totally different.

Okay, so during the shoot, we found ourselves in an alley with a curb. That was awesomely convenient because Boo is a most excellent curb-jumper-offer. We tossed up the lights and told Boo to go for it. The reason we (Michael, Crawford and I) told Boo to go first is mostly because Boo is the only one of us who has any type of fixie-trick riding skills.

The above photo was Boo’s second take. He wanted to do it over again because in the first shot, his face was too happy. His words, not mine. See below:

That is his natural smile. He’s just genuinely thrilled to be jumping his bike off of a curb in an alley. Oh, but if life were just so simple.

Because Boo made it look so easy, we all decided we’d have a go at jumping off the curb. As the below photos will demonstrate, we did not find ourselves to be as graceful as my little brother.

I’m not entirely sure what my face was doing. I can’t read lips, but if I had to guess, I’d say that mouth position is the first step to making a ‘F’ sound.

This is Crawford. Dad pointed out earlier in the day that Crawford resembles a young Richard Dreyfuss. Dad was right, but I’m not sure you can see it in this picture. Because this picture depicts what I can only assume to be a look of pure dread. His face seems to be saying, “Look. There is the concrete. I am about to meet it, and I am deeply troubled by this arrangement.”

And then we have Michael. Whereas Crawford had accepted his fate, Michael has not. Here, we see Michael depicting the dual emotions of terrified and “WHY THE HELL DID I DO THIS?”