
A balanced breakfast.

A balanced breakfast.

I didn’t muster up enough courage to actually open this bastard up. I was afraid a body or some shit would flop out on me.

If I had a truck and some sort of cart-like device, this crap would be in my house right now.

Stupid yellow dust. The crap damn-near ruined my shoes. I guess I shouldn’t have been romping in it.

So I did some trespassing exploring the other day and found this abandoned brickyard warehouse. I got some rad pictures so stay tuned.