These are the boots I'm working on

This ain’t do-do, it’s his cousin pe-pe.

May 11, 1979 - April 1, 2002.

1993 Toyota Camry.

Red tail hawk tattoo on Rick Springfields shoulder.

This ain’t Corky Flacks old Louisiana fiddle but it is something like - if there is such a thing.

This ain’t the old yellow bicycle I use to have but it’s close - I think this one is cooler - just look at that light and seat !!!

I will never ever miss a chance to put a picture of the General Lee in a book - EVER.

My rented mansion.

This is the door way where me and curly got into the fight - it wasn’t this well lite that night.

This is the corner in which me and the fat man drove around and saw curly and his friend walking out to their truck, somewhere out by that street light. I’m standing on the serve road that comes up behind the old bar, we already had good speed when we got to this point. The reason there are cars here now is because I took this picture just lately and it is now a mechanic shop. They have cut the old light pole down as well - it was 35 years ago.

Trailer 39.

Trailer 39.

This is the painting I found in the book “Heaven is Real“ that the little girl painted and the little four year boy (that knew nothing about it) saw on the tv and said that’s what Jesus looks like.

This is the man that had the dream.

To see the same girl randomly three times in all this in less than twenty four hours - wild huh?

If you look close at the reflection in the water at the foot of the letter P and the letter E in the word PEACE - you will see it is the word bE.

Jack and his families red tail hawk - carved by Larry Itson.

3:33am in South Alabama.

Coon hide, I don't know if this one is road kill or not.

Again I had a picture from inside the prison that I let the devil steal away from me. It was something like this - it had 19 wrote on the bottom bunk and 20 on the top and there were locker boxes between the bunks at the prison I was in. I sat there at the foot of the bed as Mr Carter sat at the pillow side and opened his Bible up to Ezekiel, on that weekend of a blood moon in 2019.

Appaloosa.

Appaloosa.

Appaloosa.

This is the colors I found on the ground as I went to get up after seeing those most unusual clouds. It was just a tear of the top right corner with both the turquoise and blue on it. I had it for a couple of years and I let the devil steal it away from me.

This ain’t the exact picture I saw and drew but it’s something like it - there are about a million of them to look through. She was on the other side and was holding a Lilly. And ghost dog wasn’t there.

Weed flowers that grew out on the prison yard.

This is kinda the cloud formation I saw. The purple isn't vibrant as I saw, but the blue is.

This painting came to me in the winter of 2020 in Mobile Alabama behind a thrift store a year and a half after this book was written - when I saw it I said - that’s what Jesus looks like.

Blood moon Jan 19th and 20th of 2019