Kyle Porter is my favorite person for many reasons. Not only is he a godly leader and great best friend, but he gets me free junk. And I'm not talking Thunder T-shirts.



We found this old door in an alley one snowy day, and rather than steal it or let it lie, Kyle got out and asked the abnormally long-winded man-o-the-house if he would let us have it. The guy turned out to be only a renter, and after 2 minutes of loading the door and 15 minutes of talking to Kyle about his broken shower, the door is mine.

It will become a table with some new wooden legs and a custom piece of glass to top it off. Hello new table, welcome to my home.