If I had died and gone to heaven.

So, South of the Border, 99 miles ahead... Some of you may know this amazing gem of a road-side attraction just south of the North/South Carolina border on I-95. And if not, well I would not say that it is worth jumping in your car over, but then again, maybe it is. Anyway, these next few photos are from that exit, but just on the other side of the freeway from the fiberglass gorillas and really big sombrero. I really could have spent hours wandering around this defunct spectacle of Americana, but I was on a slight time constraint and well, was limited to an epic 45 minutes that I will look forward to revisiting. I hope you do too.

My Boy Eddie B

Gangsta

8 hours before I took this shot, Ed, Mike, Juan, and myself where throwing back whiskey shot after whiskey shot at some place called the Dive Bar in Raleigh, NC. 8 hours later we would be on our way to my show opening at Rebus Works, still fighting off the night before. I just picked up my work from that show a little over a week ago and it is hard to believe that two months has already passed. It is also hard to believe that I got this photograph developed and scanned in that same two months.

Just the other day Ed told me that he had his own solo show coming up this summer in that little town of New York City. He is an incredible painter and has been an inspiration to me since we became friends in the college days of yore. Hopefully I can make it up to his show to deliver an equally impressive hangover to him on his special day...

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