In my continuing discovery of reasons why Alabama isn't that bad, I can add this place to the list. Not sure what it's called, not sure why it's closed down, but I'm happy my friend Alec took me there to cross an item off my bucket list.
And with Alec's help, I added my own to the mix. Though my work doesn't even compare to the beautiful talent displayed on these gray slabs, I thought I would bring a little touch of Kerouac to this concrete canvas (NOTE: can you tell when my hand got tired of holding the canister?).
"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry."
Kerouac said so well what I want to embrace entirely. I've had the most interesting past 4 days of my life, to say the least. I've experienced in these days more than I have in what seems like a lifetime. And the strange part is that through it all I have discovered I'm a paradoxical mess.