It was a particularly raging Kanye-themed house party in Ann Arbor. One of our friends — identities hidden to protect the innocent — had brought a girl none of us knew that well and, when we weren’t looking, they commandeered the couch by the dance floor and started making out. And kept going. And going. “I’ve got an idea,” Kavi said. He went into the kitchen and raided a bag of microwave popcorn from the pantry, heated it up, then brought the bag next to the happy couple and had me take pictures of him munching on popcorn, watching the show, with this giant, crazy grin on his face. They smelled the deliciousness and tore away from each other long enough to see what we were doing. Very quickly the party became a massive popcorn fight. We were still finding kernels days later.

One of my favorite memories of Kavi was when he and I went to watch Indiana Jones 4 before a graduation party at the school. We knew we would be late, but we went anyway because it was the first day the movie came out. When we finally strolled into the lunch room it turned out Kavi was late giving a speech to everyone since he was valedictorian. It seemed like some of the teachers were annoyed, but we laughed it off. Who cared we were graduating? We just saw Indiana Jones be a badass.