Birth of a Tshirt

It all started with a feeling and Facebook post. I’m tired of feeling hopeless and helpless as I watch the moral fiber of our country crumble. Every side thinks they are absolutely right. So much so that we don’t even listen to each other anymore and we certainly don’t compromise. I’m just as guilty of…

5K, Fuckface!

I despise running. I was lucky enough my whole life that I never really had to exercise. I’ll admit that is catching up with me as I approach 50 with a pot belly I’d slice off with a carving knife if I could. The stupid commercial asking if you could “pinch an inch” is taunting…