Remember the desk in the back of your high school classroom? Carved up and drawn on over and over again with no real rhyme or reason by bored students. It’s beat up and imperfect. But also one of a kind. It’s art that embodies an undying rebellious spirit. Why play by the rules? Why color in the lines when you can make this world your own? This gear is different, you should be too.

P.S: One time as a kid I was lost in the desert, only thing around was cactus’, feeling completely jacked… Luckily I made it out, let’s rage -Malcolm