My friend Andy and I were riding his new Harley in West Virginia. We came upon a boarded up house in the middle of nowhere that made us stop in our tracks. This is a documentation of what we found in the front and back yard. There was an old pick up truck in front of the house, so we decided to knock. No one answered, but we knew he was in there. The first picture was taken by my good friend, and killer photographer, Andy Clingempeel.