justjeepin86
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Jul 9, 2005
- Location
- Winston-Salem, NC
I'm happy that you found a place that you want to call home again. I will miss you around here if you take off. Take care my friend 
Project Steampunk Vol.2
- Thread starter XJsavage
- Start date
77GreenMachine
Phillip Talton
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2010
- Location
- Trinity, NC
I understand if you choose to isolate again. I hope you’ll leave your content and stories here for us to read, and certainly hope you’ll pop in here and update us from time to time.
Best wishes my friend!
Best wishes my friend!
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
I may have to stay tied to Columbia a little longer than planned. Something that happened last year on one of my outings is still chasing my ass. I can't really dodge it anymore. By court order I'm supposed to enroll myself in a drug and alcohol rehabilitation program to reobtain certain privileges, certain freedoms I can't live without. For the record, I don't dabble in illegal drugs anymore and haven't in several years. Starting after January 1st I'm to start ADSAP for South Carolina. Price is anywhere from $500-2500 and can take up to 6 months or more to complete depending on several variables. Running wild and living free comes at a price sooner or later. Given the fact that most of my family has been hospitalized for alcohol addiction over the last 40 years and my natural defiance, this might be a little rough. I will do what I do until someone makes me stop. This time it's the state I was born in. I'll play their game and win. I've got guardian angels on my side.
Our freedoms are quickly being taken from all of us. In our lifetime, we will see the end of it all. Puts a slight damper on my plans but it is what it is. I want my freedom back, because I miss this life. I'm not going to miss a beat. I'll do what it takes to enjoy every last minute. Legally.
On the plus side, I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching FROM Geico. Progressive, FTW!
Now I can actually afford to put insurance BACK on the Jeep. Fancy that shit.
Our freedoms are quickly being taken from all of us. In our lifetime, we will see the end of it all. Puts a slight damper on my plans but it is what it is. I want my freedom back, because I miss this life. I'm not going to miss a beat. I'll do what it takes to enjoy every last minute. Legally.
On the plus side, I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching FROM Geico. Progressive, FTW!
Now I can actually afford to put insurance BACK on the Jeep. Fancy that shit.
obullfish
Carolina Trail Blazers
- Joined
- Nov 21, 2011
- Location
- Candler N.C.
Good luck brother! Keep your head up and put in the work to finish the program and live free.I may have to stay tied to Columbia a little longer than planned. Something that happened last year on one of my outings is still chasing my ass. I can't really dodge it anymore. By court order I'm supposed to enroll myself in a drug and alcohol rehabilitation program to reobtain certain privileges, certain freedoms I can't live without. For the record, I don't dabble in illegal drugs anymore and haven't in several years. Starting after January 1st I'm to start ADSAP for South Carolina. Price is anywhere from $500-2500 and can take up to 6 months or more to complete depending on several variables. Running wild and living free comes at a price sooner or later. Given the fact that most of my family has been hospitalized for alcohol addiction over the last 40 years and my natural defiance, this might be a little rough. I will do what I do until someone makes me stop. This time it's the state I was born in. I'll play their game and win. I've got guardian angels on my side.
Our freedoms are quickly being taken from all of us. In our lifetime, we will see the end of it all. Puts a slight damper on my plans but it is what it is. I want my freedom back, because I miss this life. I'm not going to miss a beat. I'll do what it takes to enjoy every last minute. Legally.
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On the plus side, I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching FROM Geico. Progressive, FTW!
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Now I can actually afford to put insurance BACK on the Jeep. Fancy that shit.
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
Yeah this is basically my only source of expression outside of human interaction. Mainstream socialist media lost me years ago. I really do like this place. Shawn, Syd, and practically the entire administrative board I've met in person and known for years. I like it for being able to document events and write down ideas. Good, bad or ugly, it's a time stamp that only happens once.The reasons may suck, but glad you're sticking around for awhile. Always appreciate the different perspective you bring to this place!
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NickMaul
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2009
- Location
- Norfolk, VA
One last steampunk girl post before you go? 
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
I mean, I'm not gonna say no. Also not leaving anytime soon. Beautiful women everywhere. Motivation.One last steampunk girl post before you go?
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
Tales along these roads: The Colony
Along the banks of the Broad river near the historic Lyle's Ford settlement lies an area with a history of being of untamed. The original white settlers here staked their claim in 1745 and barely hung on for dear life. All the way up until modern day the area still carries a savage reputation. Only the purest survive and may the strongest of colonies thrive. Outsiders beware! The new generation of savage culture is alive and well. This land is very rich in Native American history and it will live on forever.
I've mentioned this town before, how I've befriended a small family of outlaw river people and I have over the last year become adopted into the commune. People like this are practically impossible to find these days. We're just a little wilder, a little more passionate and a lot more courageous that normal. We are people that hate everything about the modern world and intentionally separate ourselves from it. We are a colony that lives for what is still real. History is very valuable to us, and family means everything.
The week from the last days of 2021 to the beginning of 2022 was spent together. It's been customary to all collect in one place as often as possible to celebrate family and friendship. We are all lovers of history and wildlife, artifact collectors, fishermen, hunters and survivors. Here lately, several of our brothers and sisters, siblings and elders have been relocating to the area from throughout Georgia and North Carolina.
We recently acquired a new home for a few family members from Georgia to live in. It just so happens to be directly up the road from the already established residence. It's an older house with three bedrooms, fireplace, and up the hill will a few acres of land. It was purchased from the descendents of freed slaves from a local historic plantation near the area. This one in particular was for years rented out to tweakers, drug addicts and anyone capable of paying a few hundred dollars a month with a promise to not burn the place down. It was abused for years but is now in the hands of us as the new rightful owners.
We had our work cut out. The owners were glad to sign it over to those who would take care of it and the land around it.
When we started work in it, we found out from the previous owner that the last tenant was found dead laying in the tub, presumably death by overdose. His wife we know was a severe meth addict that also tried to burn down one of the outbuildings and would unjustly murder animals of neighboring families. I have a feeling they were also into witchcraft, and in which case, I knew exactly how to extract it since they were now gone.
Day one: The evil was as clear as the writings on the wall. *Read with caution* There was a lot of things found in this house that was quite unnerving.
After we read the writings left behind on countless pieces of furniture, it all became clear. There was something evil that happened here. We found the suicide messages left by Todd, the last tenant that was found dead in the house, and the paintings his mistress left behind.
I knew this house was a portal to hell. I could feel it, though I do not fear it. We had our work cut out for us. There was a very fowl smell in the air and the lights would flicker sporadically. Cellphones and cameras would malfunction and a few of us ended up feeling ill.
It took spending a restless night in the house, practicing ceremonies to rid all evil from it. It was successful. And of course, threw a party. You'll have that.
Day two: The remodeling begins.
After the place was cleansed, it took the entirety of a day to haul off the unwanted trash and then perform repairs. It was a huge team effort but luckily among us were skilled painters and craftsmen. We went room to room prepping and painting the walls and ceilings throughout the house. I spent most of the day in the attic and crawlspace repairing the plumbing and HVAC.
By that night, we had almost completely redone the entire house and made it ready to move in to.
The second night was a lot more relaxing.
Day three was spent rejoicing. Bonfire celebration in our new home.
Down the driveway and across the road is where, this year, I will call my own. I've finally tracked down the family that owns it and have a lot of details to work out but I can get it for the value of the land. I have a few things I must do first, and then I can spend my time bringing this beautiful stone relic back to life. Follow me...
Here's going to be my backyard, or a small section of it. This is where the natural springs are and it's all walking distance from the Broad river. The woods are loaded with deer, timber and wildlife. And of course it's extremely well guarded. I fell in love immediately. Stay tuned. Even if I decide not to grab up this place, there's countless others in the area. Either way, this is home. The new colony.
I've been searching for something like this for many years. I found it.
Along the banks of the Broad river near the historic Lyle's Ford settlement lies an area with a history of being of untamed. The original white settlers here staked their claim in 1745 and barely hung on for dear life. All the way up until modern day the area still carries a savage reputation. Only the purest survive and may the strongest of colonies thrive. Outsiders beware! The new generation of savage culture is alive and well. This land is very rich in Native American history and it will live on forever.
I've mentioned this town before, how I've befriended a small family of outlaw river people and I have over the last year become adopted into the commune. People like this are practically impossible to find these days. We're just a little wilder, a little more passionate and a lot more courageous that normal. We are people that hate everything about the modern world and intentionally separate ourselves from it. We are a colony that lives for what is still real. History is very valuable to us, and family means everything.
The week from the last days of 2021 to the beginning of 2022 was spent together. It's been customary to all collect in one place as often as possible to celebrate family and friendship. We are all lovers of history and wildlife, artifact collectors, fishermen, hunters and survivors. Here lately, several of our brothers and sisters, siblings and elders have been relocating to the area from throughout Georgia and North Carolina.
We recently acquired a new home for a few family members from Georgia to live in. It just so happens to be directly up the road from the already established residence. It's an older house with three bedrooms, fireplace, and up the hill will a few acres of land. It was purchased from the descendents of freed slaves from a local historic plantation near the area. This one in particular was for years rented out to tweakers, drug addicts and anyone capable of paying a few hundred dollars a month with a promise to not burn the place down. It was abused for years but is now in the hands of us as the new rightful owners.
We had our work cut out. The owners were glad to sign it over to those who would take care of it and the land around it.
When we started work in it, we found out from the previous owner that the last tenant was found dead laying in the tub, presumably death by overdose. His wife we know was a severe meth addict that also tried to burn down one of the outbuildings and would unjustly murder animals of neighboring families. I have a feeling they were also into witchcraft, and in which case, I knew exactly how to extract it since they were now gone.
Day one: The evil was as clear as the writings on the wall. *Read with caution* There was a lot of things found in this house that was quite unnerving.
After we read the writings left behind on countless pieces of furniture, it all became clear. There was something evil that happened here. We found the suicide messages left by Todd, the last tenant that was found dead in the house, and the paintings his mistress left behind.
I knew this house was a portal to hell. I could feel it, though I do not fear it. We had our work cut out for us. There was a very fowl smell in the air and the lights would flicker sporadically. Cellphones and cameras would malfunction and a few of us ended up feeling ill.
It took spending a restless night in the house, practicing ceremonies to rid all evil from it. It was successful. And of course, threw a party. You'll have that.
Day two: The remodeling begins.
After the place was cleansed, it took the entirety of a day to haul off the unwanted trash and then perform repairs. It was a huge team effort but luckily among us were skilled painters and craftsmen. We went room to room prepping and painting the walls and ceilings throughout the house. I spent most of the day in the attic and crawlspace repairing the plumbing and HVAC.
By that night, we had almost completely redone the entire house and made it ready to move in to.
The second night was a lot more relaxing.
Day three was spent rejoicing. Bonfire celebration in our new home.
Down the driveway and across the road is where, this year, I will call my own. I've finally tracked down the family that owns it and have a lot of details to work out but I can get it for the value of the land. I have a few things I must do first, and then I can spend my time bringing this beautiful stone relic back to life. Follow me...
Here's going to be my backyard, or a small section of it. This is where the natural springs are and it's all walking distance from the Broad river. The woods are loaded with deer, timber and wildlife. And of course it's extremely well guarded. I fell in love immediately. Stay tuned. Even if I decide not to grab up this place, there's countless others in the area. Either way, this is home. The new colony.
I've been searching for something like this for many years. I found it.
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
Tales along these roads
A few miles away on the shores of Lake Monticello, a brother of ours rightfully named "Chinaman" had camp set up and doing some afternoon fishing Sunday. We stopped by to visit and invite him to tag along for some artifact hunting. While there, he showed us how to clean catfish Thailand style, which he's all too familiar with. Originally he's from the southern edge of China in a region I regrettably cannot pronounce. He told us some very interesting stories of his travels through many countries across Asia and his prior addiction to gambling.
We then stopped by our brother Rufus's horse farm on the lake to celebrate his birthday party and be treated to a drive-in movie. I can't recall what was even playing, as most of us were enjoying good food or crashed out on the ground by a bonfire. It had been an eventful week.
His wife is an extraordinary cook and Rufus himself happens to be a country music singer and songwriter with background in soul. Once he gets his name out there it's rumored that me and the whole crew will be guest stars in his upcoming music videos, but we'll see. Nonetheless, we're here to help make it happen. He's one of us.
His earlier work:
Another close friend of mine and fellow artifact collector is Historian and author Lon Outen. This is the second book of his that he's gifted me. He's spent his life studying the history of SC and knows I have a love for adventure. With his knowledge and recourses, he keeps me busy with new places to explore and contact info on just the right people to reach out to.
I doubt there's anyone here that even knows my real first name, so see it and forget it.
A few miles away on the shores of Lake Monticello, a brother of ours rightfully named "Chinaman" had camp set up and doing some afternoon fishing Sunday. We stopped by to visit and invite him to tag along for some artifact hunting. While there, he showed us how to clean catfish Thailand style, which he's all too familiar with. Originally he's from the southern edge of China in a region I regrettably cannot pronounce. He told us some very interesting stories of his travels through many countries across Asia and his prior addiction to gambling.
We then stopped by our brother Rufus's horse farm on the lake to celebrate his birthday party and be treated to a drive-in movie. I can't recall what was even playing, as most of us were enjoying good food or crashed out on the ground by a bonfire. It had been an eventful week.
His wife is an extraordinary cook and Rufus himself happens to be a country music singer and songwriter with background in soul. Once he gets his name out there it's rumored that me and the whole crew will be guest stars in his upcoming music videos, but we'll see. Nonetheless, we're here to help make it happen. He's one of us.
His earlier work:
Another close friend of mine and fellow artifact collector is Historian and author Lon Outen. This is the second book of his that he's gifted me. He's spent his life studying the history of SC and knows I have a love for adventure. With his knowledge and recourses, he keeps me busy with new places to explore and contact info on just the right people to reach out to.
I doubt there's anyone here that even knows my real first name, so see it and forget it.
Croatan_Kid
How's your hammer hangin'?
- Joined
- Nov 4, 2007
- Location
- New Bern
You're a weird dude, but I'm here for it.
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
Can't trust normies, ya know.You're a weird dude, but I'm here for it.
sammi_davis
Sawzall Surgeon
- Joined
- Oct 23, 2005
- Location
- Eden N.C.
Love the stone house , I really hope you get it .
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
I do too. About 20 miles from there is the town of Winnsboro. It's world famous for blue granite. It hasn't been mined in several decades. 100 years ago it was a cheap(er) building material, so there's a ton of homes within a 25 mile radius still standing. This is one of them.
baggednissan
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Sep 24, 2010
- Location
- Monroe,NC
Funny thing I did the exact same thing with my car insurance
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
It worked too, didn't it?
baggednissan
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Sep 24, 2010
- Location
- Monroe,NC
Hell ya saved over 300$ on 6 month policy
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
About the only thing I've currently got that's update-worthy is a time frame. Right now I'm playing a waiting game while enrolled in the South Carolina Alcohol and Drug Safety Action Program so I can legally go enjoy watersports again. Frankly, it's draining. Mentally and financially. I'm already $565 in with another $1250 + $65 drug screenings per pop for another 10 weeks. They decided to put me in a 8 week course because of my history and prior offenses. I just love being judged by things only God can. It'll be atleast until May before I can afford to put tags and insurance back on the Jeep. Fun fun. In the meantime, I've been enjoying good company and the road trips between the low country of SC and the mountains of Georgia in the Silverado. Chasing snow and hosting campfire parties with real people. I'm looking forward to spring moreso now than ever. I don't owe anyone an apology for what I do. Riding high and living free til the day I die.
XJsavage
CounterCulture
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2009
- Location
- Lyle's Ford SC
Drastic change of events. Once a drifter, always a drifter.
I was growing tired of working at Stuyck company. I had been for quite a while so I threw deuces on it. After 5 years, I decided it was time to ride out. I'm still in good standing with a few people there, enough so that Im welcome to stop by and get things powder coated without getting run off. I have several very good reasons for leaving. Moreso, I was getting sick of living in the city and all of it's diseases.
I'm still in the process of completing ADSAP, LRADAC, rehab...whatever it identifies itself as, so I can be legal again. Its been a bumpy love/hate relationship between me and the counselors and administration. I've got two more weeks out of 8 to complete and a balance of $1500 to pay whenever.
I spent the last few weeks floating around jobless doing odd jobs with about a dozen resumes sent out.
One day last week my brother Steven from Georgia got into a car accident totalling his pickup truck. Him and his mom have been occupying the house in Blair, the one that we started renting for dirt cheap and renovating with intentions on using as a clubhouse. My brother Steven is a welder fabricator for Grimsley Iron Works in Newberry county SC, about 10 minutes away.
Well, with him being down with a broken collar bone, me being jobless and the fact of there being a spare bedroom, I decided it's high time to get a fresh start. Steven got me a job working at Grimsley for the same hourly wage as I made at Stuyck, starting immediately. Best part is, Its in the middle of nowhere in an area I've always loved, surrounded by family.
It's not hard to find, nor am I. I'm 7 minutes from the lake, 3 minutes from the river, in the old ghost town. Look for an old little white house on top of a hill. "The Trees".
The journey here: Long bed Chevy loaded down with everything I own. I had to stop and take a swim. It's getting hot out.
This is how I'll be spending every afternoon from here on out. Get off work, go swimming, fishing, hunting, etc. I'll eventually get the Jeep up here. One thing at a time. The money I'm saving by not drinking like a fish MORE than covers my rent portion. It's nice to get feet on the ground while I hunt for just the perfect plot of acreage to own in the near future. The city life can suck it.
The Trees "TT".
I was growing tired of working at Stuyck company. I had been for quite a while so I threw deuces on it. After 5 years, I decided it was time to ride out. I'm still in good standing with a few people there, enough so that Im welcome to stop by and get things powder coated without getting run off. I have several very good reasons for leaving. Moreso, I was getting sick of living in the city and all of it's diseases.
I'm still in the process of completing ADSAP, LRADAC, rehab...whatever it identifies itself as, so I can be legal again. Its been a bumpy love/hate relationship between me and the counselors and administration. I've got two more weeks out of 8 to complete and a balance of $1500 to pay whenever.
I spent the last few weeks floating around jobless doing odd jobs with about a dozen resumes sent out.
One day last week my brother Steven from Georgia got into a car accident totalling his pickup truck. Him and his mom have been occupying the house in Blair, the one that we started renting for dirt cheap and renovating with intentions on using as a clubhouse. My brother Steven is a welder fabricator for Grimsley Iron Works in Newberry county SC, about 10 minutes away.
Well, with him being down with a broken collar bone, me being jobless and the fact of there being a spare bedroom, I decided it's high time to get a fresh start. Steven got me a job working at Grimsley for the same hourly wage as I made at Stuyck, starting immediately. Best part is, Its in the middle of nowhere in an area I've always loved, surrounded by family.
It's not hard to find, nor am I. I'm 7 minutes from the lake, 3 minutes from the river, in the old ghost town. Look for an old little white house on top of a hill. "The Trees".
The journey here: Long bed Chevy loaded down with everything I own. I had to stop and take a swim. It's getting hot out.
This is how I'll be spending every afternoon from here on out. Get off work, go swimming, fishing, hunting, etc. I'll eventually get the Jeep up here. One thing at a time. The money I'm saving by not drinking like a fish MORE than covers my rent portion. It's nice to get feet on the ground while I hunt for just the perfect plot of acreage to own in the near future. The city life can suck it.
The Trees "TT".
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