this is my grandpas house a house that was passed on to me when i turned 18 i was always told growing up that it would be mine when i grew up and that i needed to take care of it but when my grandpa passed away when i was 13 i was unprepared and didnt know what to do i ad to mature at a verry rapid rate i had to learn how to become a man without any male role modle to lead the way so i could be able to pay the bills and taxes by the time i turned 18
this kind of abstract image is of a 63 impala inside the garage of the house above. as a kid i used to peep threw the window to try to get a glance at it this is what i saw most of the time
the window to the attic was always a mystery place to me i didnt know what was inside it and thought it was an extra room with no way to get to it threw the inside.
i would often sit under this tree with my grandpa on sumer afternoons after watching him work in the shop during lunch it used to be full of leafs and branches but started to die a year after he died i often visit this tree on my darkest days to remember what used to be
this is another car in the garage but it was out of veiw from the window so it was a mystery i knew there was a corvette in the garage but didnt know what it looked like untill recently the story goes that my uncle "pawned" it to my grandpa for crack but never paid him back so there the car stayed i like to call this one "throwing a diamond away for a rock"