An interesting development of my life within the last couple months is me 'n my boy gained informal custody of this shop space. Every weekend I've just been cleaning more 'n more shit out. It's a mess but it's what the 22 year old me dreamed of. It's absolutely wild when things you've always wanted come true. I'm not even super fired up on projects right now but the ability to literally work on / store whatever you want is tight af. Maybe life ain't so bad?










