This liquor store changed my life

When have you ever heard someone credit a liquor store for changing their life? If any, it was probably in a negative way. This liquor store changed my life in a positive way. Let me explain.

When I was 16 I hung around misfits. Most of my teenage years was spent on a figurative island hanging with literal misfits. We got into all kinds of shit. Girls, drugs, crime. Whatever we could that seemed like fun. "Fun". Yeah right. Most of the stuff I got into for a few years could've cost me jail time or worse.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have a record. I've never hurt anyone intentionally. I have no kids or STDs. Even when I did stupid shit I still did it smartly. " Smartly".

OK so let me tell you about this liquor store situation. When I was 15 or 16 I had one of the only cars in my friends circle so I got called most of all. Everyone wanted rides, right? Well this one night I got a call from 2 friends (we'll call them Tom & Jerry) saying they had an idea. They said they wanted to rob the liquor store. It didn't seem like the worst idea but I was still reluctant. I told them no. Do you want to know how they convinced me? That they would bring a duffle bag and give me as much alcohol as could fit in it. That simple. No money, just the alcohol.

I was game. My car wasn't the coolest or fastest thing around, but it was reliable. I went and picked them up around 8 or 9 that night and we're psyching ourselves up and trying to get into the mood. They're putting their ski masks on and Tom shows me he has a gun. Well, you can't rob anything without a gun I suppose. I wasn't thinking much about it. We finally arrive.

At this liquor store there is a road behind it that goes upward at an angle and curves to the left about 600 ft up it and goes toward town. We're right on the edge of town. I park on this road, right behind the store. They tell me to keep the car running. Duh. I got this. So they run down the slight hill and to the front of the store. What was probably only a minute or 2 felt like an hour. All of a sudden I heard a gun shot.

Then I heard another. That's all I heard when I took off. I'm not proud of that moment but I wasn't expecting them to use the gun. Being the get away driver is one thing, being an accomplice to murder is totally different. Sure enough I took off and around that turn and back toward town. It takes about 10 minutes to lap around town to get back to the store even though I really have no idea why I went back other than to go pick them up. Cops should've been there by the time I got there, so I don't know why I was heading back. Maybe I wanted to redeem myself?

Either way, I went back. I went back up the hill where I parked and saw nobody. No cops. No friends. No concerned citizens. Did I hear wrong? What was that noise? What just happened? I drive around the left turn and out pops Jerry. He jumps in and he's not even mad at me. He just asked why as I'm trying to get out of there ASAP as he's frantic also (obviously). He explains to me that they couldn't get inside because they were closed and there were bars on the door. So what do they decide to do? Shoot inside. Just to break shit. Just to be stupid. If you can't catch a felony one way, might as well try another.

Well we drive around for a few trying to find Tom. No luck. After some time passes me park and walk. Finally we find him. Apparently his aunt lived in the area and he went there,  but she wasn't home so he just hid around back. We walk back to my car and I take them to Tom's house and I go home. Over the next few days I reevaluate my friendship with these guys. Now I don't want to completely drop them but I have to do something. I tell them never again. I decided I'm not going to be doing anything like that again. They agreed and everything was cool.

I straightened up quite a bit after that. I did hang around them still and we still did dumb shit but I never did anything quite like that. The next time I talk about these guys I'll tell you how I ended up basically dislocating my jaw and ending up in the hospital because they overdosed me on the wrong pills.

Yeah, I've lived a very interesting life.

This is where I'm from...

These next few pictures are where I've either lived or where I'm from. I moved away from West Virginia when I was 10 (fortunately, you'll see why) and this is why I consider myself successful. You have to understand where I'm from in order to see why. 

These types of houses and buildings are littered through out the state. These aren't the worst, just what I grabbed on the way into town. There are towns much worse off, people much worse off. I'm glad my mom moved me away from the state as a kid or I would've ended up like most of the other kids my age and hooked on drugs, living in poverty, and working whatever job is available (there aren't many). 

Pinnacle Rock

I only lived here for a year

Same as above

The viewing area of Pinnacle Rock

These next few pictures are the types of houses that line the majority of the way to my hometown.

Most of these should absolutely be condemned

Some may be, but some are still in use

This is what he does

No phone service. You have to drive almost an hour away to get it.

Our little hospital.

I Made It To West Virginia

I've been pretty bummed out the last few days. The guy who I was supposed to go up north with for a few weeks had to bail because he broke his nose Saturday (he does MMA fighting) and has to get it drained every few days. Cheers to you Greg, I hope you feel better.

My friends in Raleigh we're extremely hospitable and were nothing short of amazing while I was visiting. Even one of our mutual friends was in town we all got to hangout like we used to. It was very relaxing. I'm back in Winston until this weekend as I've been trying to figure out where to go. All my plans were contingent on me going up north for a few weeks, now everything is in disarray. I'm not stressing it, just trying to figure out what's next. I'm contemplating going to visit my family for a few days before I head back out, but then that means driving upwards of 3 hours north and then having to drive those same 3 hours back down south just to even start, and the locations I'm thinking are Savannah, GA (5 hours), St. Augustine, FL (8 hours), and New Orleans, LA (12 hours) so adding those 3 hours could really make a difference in how long of a day I have.

Why those places? The history and the culture. Simple as that. I bet they're beautiful places and I've only seen pictures and it's less than a day away, so why not go? After that I'd like to come back to NC for a few days to rest, and then go to Lexington, KY, Detroit, and Chicago. That would pretty much clear out most of the locations on the east coast that I've always wanted to visit but haven't yet, besides Boston and Maine :(

Then I'd have to come back to NC because I have to shoot a wedding in Lexington, NC on Sept. 13 and then I'm free to hit the road until Oct. 10 when I have a wedding in Greensboro, NC. MY birthday is Oct. 25 so I'm not sure what I plan on doing. It really all depends on my financial situation if I'm able to keep out on the road. It's only barely August and I'm thinking 2 months into the future. I need to relax, that is not what the trip is about!

I just made it to West Virginia, and the traffic was annoyingly bad. There was exactly 0 accidents but roughly 37 moments of stop and go traffic in extremely light rain up a not-so-steep incline. At one point my GPS (the almighty Waze) rerouted me after so much traffic and took me out of a lot of it only to run into some about half an hour later. Annoying, but not going to ruin my trip. I have my music on, my dog sitting in the backseat while resting his head on my arm rest falling asleep, and I have nothing to do until Sept. 13. Where am I rushing to?

My mom moved here late last year to be around my brother and his kids (he's working on his 6th, he has a brood) and help raise them. I haven't seen her or my brother since Christmas and I've never been close to his kids. If I had any regrets, it would be that. I'm good with kids and I like the I just don't want any of my own. Not now, anyway. So I got to spend some time with them tonight and it was so much fun. I got to chase them, wrestle them, pick on them, and most importantly I got to laugh with them. My nephew really brought it to my attention that I'm absentee when he blurted out that we had never met before. Was he right? I mean, I've see him less than the fingers I have on one hand. That's pretty shit. In my defense, they live in a whole other state. Alas it's my fault. I can be better.

Tomorrow I go to see my dad for a few days and then I come back to my moms for a night or two and then I figure out what's going on from there. It really depends on the weather. I can't go to these towns that are hours and hours away when its raining. How will I meet people? How do I get to see and photograph the towns/cities? How do I photograph the PEOPLE. So I have to wait out this stupid weather. If you could see me I'm shaking my fist angrily at the sky as if that means anything.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you like the pictures I have and (in the future) will be including :)

Me with one of my (many) nieces

Raleigh

A favorite of mine: a cute couple cuddling outside

I made it to Raleigh

Do you believe in Universal signs? If you do then you wouldn't be attempting this trip. Last week my camera broke, this week my check engine light cut on and on the way to Raleigh it was the worst rain storm I've driven through in quite a few years. All the signs that say 'Dont do it. Turn back. Go back to what you know.' Even a friend told me I should wait and fix my car or save up more first, but if I wait then when will it ever be the right time? I'll just keep waiting, and waiting, and planning, but never actually DOING. This is me DOING.

Last night we (Amanda, Ruben, Jamie, AJ) went out downtown Raleigh and I had my camera with me. I met some very interesting people out and about. One guy (I believe his name is Grey) is close to 40, recently single, no kids, head of a multimedia company, and is unhappy. I talked to him for close to half an hour, and brought him to another bar with us and introduced him to my friends. Come to find out, he's not from here and has lived in almost a dozen cities for work, and with his recent break up and him only being here for 9 months - he's completely alone. How does a grown person make friends in a town theyre new to? By putting themselves out there. He said it, and he knew what he had to do.

Ultimately him being happy is inside of him and he has to figure it out. He could possibly lose his job, or get a promotion, on Monday and he didn't (seem to) care either way. I asked him what his passion is, what talent he's had as a kid that he would like to continue doing, just digging deep and figuring him out. I got him to tell me he loves playing the drums, so I tried to convince him to start a band. It's not about being a successful band, although every one wants to be successful in everything they do, but it's a great outlet to release that built up frustration of the mundane.

Today is my last day in Raleigh and I'm a mixed bag of emotions about it. On one hand, I'm excited to venture into new territory and go to places I haven't been to and meet new people, but on the other hand I'm content being with my friends and the calm familiarity of people I know. The time I've spent here has been fun but it's time to head on up north. I'll be spending my last hours with them and then packing up and heading on a 12 hr drive up to Boston.