after the meetup and resale shopping we stopped by Atlanta Cupcakes or something and had the most delicious cupcakes with a ice cold milk.

vinyl is hot these days.

in front of my laptop at the @timeshifted's was this bunny. they are after me and this proves it.

this one too, needed it's photo taken. mark and carol have so much amazing art around their house. everywhere you look there is something that catches the eye.

seating for four. from their front lawn to your kitchen.

this is how all shopping will look when it is you and me kicking it post apocalypse.

i put away two of these on an empty stomach. can you say instantly slurred speech? they were quite tasty.

we reached our destination at mark and carol's and needed to sit down for a drink.

had a great lunch with this dave delaney guy in nashville. thanks for making time for us to sample some of nashville's best at bosco's.

it's 3 a.m. and we're ready to roll

the afternoon has been put neatly in its place and we're heading home. it is a new day.

i am now a father, but can't shake the fact that i am also a child. it is a complicated existence we live.

that this one is good but not quite as good as the gravel road.

that this is the best description of where i come from. i will say that all these pictures in this series are underpinnings of who i am.

circa 1961 and years of hard labor, this is my father's pride and joy.

the junior high school that i attended.

this was my first bmx plate circa 1981. like many of the other things around it has also fallen into some disrepair.

we played baseball and football outside this abandoned church three or four times a week.

all new items behind the shed.

i was bitten by a large dog under the trees on the left.

my brother, under the tree to the right on the same day by the same dog.

these are on display in the room i shared with my brother for 18 years along with our patches for being ranked number one at the end of the year for our ages in the state of illinois.

i told you folks the honest truth on the show that a bag of quickcrete, used tire, top 10 feet of a TV antanae and a Wal-Mart basketball hoop were my gravel driveway pride.

this remnant stands as a testament to this story. i had forgotten that we had written our names in it. check out that sweet "Kyle".

47 years ago they built shit to go fast.

this project has found its way to my father's clutches. many memories of cars coming in and out of this garage.

a collection of auto part goodness.

this is the view west on the street in front of the my folks house.

that would be the highway, then pasture. the sound of cars flying by and the view really took me back.