Flip Your Shit!

Punch in the crotch.

This jury duty shit is for the birds. First off, did you know there is a 8:00 in the morning? Crazy shit. Besides the fact they make you get there at this imaginary "time," once you get there, they just make you sit in a room for hours on end and wait to be called. I could sit here all fuckin day, from eight 'till five without being called, what kinda shit is that? That's okay, at least I didn't bring a book.


-- Post from Coyle's pocket.

Get pumped!

Been getting alot of people asking how I stay so ripped on the road. Thought I'd clue you in.


-- Post from Coyle's pocket.

New app.

-- Post From My iPhone

Hittin' That Dusty Road

Gonna be on the road with Red Fang for the next month. If you want to check in on us I will (be trying) to do daily updates here. Check it out.

Oh Yeah, The Blog

Man, I have been a horrible blogger lately. It's been weeks since I put anything up and I have put more effort into dumps than I have my last couple entries. Part of it isn't my fault (our internet was out for a while) but for the most part, it just pure laziness. That's all about to change in a couple weeks, heading out on that old dusty road with the Red Fang boys for a month. My job: To slang T-shirts and update their blog daily. That should get the old juices flowin. Well, here is a couple phone photos from the last few days. Hope you like them and if not— who am I kidding, no one reads this thing.

Christmas at Moms:


On the way home from work:


Very moody, no?

The Party's Over