Sum Yung Guy
Crawling through the mountainous waves of trash at my mom's house came revealed a box, near the top, of Quinn things. One of many I'm sure. However, upon opening, There was much art work. Not pictured are my coveralls drenched in sewn on racing patches, a missed opportunity I'm sure. However, these pictures provide photographic evidence of my early obsessions. A small dive into the 4 to 6 year old mind of little Quinn. A brief snap of the plethora of car drawings that consumed pencils in length. Even back then I had an appreciation for a wide variety of cars and motorsports. For some reason, a Dog. I'm not a dog guy, but I do remember liking the RCA logo. BMX has always been a passion of mine, even from a young age. People often ask me "When did you start riding bmx?" I usually reply since I was 15, but the real answer is since I was 6, I've never been without one since then. Simpsons is a religion. I was luckily enough to be at the right age that I grew up with the show. I'm impressed with my scissor skills. I moved on to being good with an Angle grinder. REALGOOD. Cats are dope. Sega Genesis and I had a very good relationship. Sonic and I are Bros, KNOW YOUR ENEMY. robotneck. It's been 29 years, I still sleep with that bear. Ladies be jelly. Who didn't? Really. There we go. See, I knew then, and I still do. Some people are born gay, I was born RACECAR. Dinky cars are sweet. More bus driving fantasies, maybe I should look into that. Hype. I've always been good at bikes. LETS GO RIDE BIKES. Just a few scribbles I pulled from the box. Motorcycles, race cars, and service vehicles. I haven't changed. I bet this split window is worth a fortune now. FOR SALE $100,000. 4 year old Quinn wanted a Ferarri, and for my Family, a Racing Car. Don't worry, my taste improves. If you look closely, you can find Louvers. Louvers are awesome, and I'll admit, a little bit inspector gadget inspired. Bet you didn't know 5 year old Quinn was in a Rock band with his mom and teddy bear, named 'The Dragster Kids" I can only assume we played Rockabilly. I sang lead. THAT'S A FUCKING KEYBOARD. My, that was a thrilling tale. Only memory I brought back from space apparently. By 5 years old I was into Drifting....monster trucks. DEAL Remember when I said my taste in cars would mature? Weened myself from the childish love for Ferrari, horrible cars really. I see a blower with rocker pipes (looks to be V8), pickup, carrying my motorcycle. YO. I got a NES... V6, street racing, chicken scratch. Still reppin the BMX lifestyle. More Toyota love. Did you know at that age? More scooped out Toyotas. Sick. Thanks for ruining your eyes with my chilish scribbles.