The Cracker Fest

2003.10.11 -- A trip to Barry's

	Ah, it was October 11, and we were more-or-less on our way to check out the, uh, thing at White Clay Creek State Park, whatever it was. I don't remember. Anyway, Mr. Messinger's place was on the way! How convenient. It's not like we looked it up or anything... *whistles*... So, we pulled into the neighborhood, all ready for a good time, and what did we find? Apartments. Crap! Somehow, we managed to find the right place, AND we found a nice spot to color right in front of the door.
	When we were at the Mushroom Festival in Kennet Square, we happened to run into Messinger's crew. AND, he happened to be rolling his own cigarette, which he will deny to this day. Anyway, we came up with this nasty little habit of throwing out 'roll' jokes anytime he's nearby. So, we thought that some decorations were in order. On the way, we stopped at K-Mart and picked up some high-quality sidewalk chalk.
	More coloring. You can see the same un-named characters in this photo, working their magic.
	This is a nice shot of the mechanic who was working on a car next to us. We offered him some rolls, but he wasn't hungry right now, thank you.
	What a nice job.
	It looks better every time.
	The adventure could not end without some rolls being dropped off. So, we dropped 'em by the door, knocked, and ran like crazy! (As you can obviously tell by the blurred image).
	It occured to us that he might use the *other* lot on the *other* side of the building, so we made a little note to check the *correct* side. This should have been the perfect little prank, *but* it turns out that Messinger *moved* a month or so ago. Yep... how awkward and *impossible*. How likely was that!? Fortunately, we had a nice picture printed out and laminated, and it included some touch-ups. Messinger & co. loved it, but now... Who got the rolls?
	THE CULPRITS! I saw them do it!