There's always been that one gas station in the middle of fuckin' nowhere, damn near to Massacre Rim. 4 steer head mounted on the wall, selling ammo and smokes at the register. Lowest fuckin' ceiling I ever seen in a place of commerce. Dust suspended in the air like the smoke in those dingy clubs back in Vegas. Can't be to code. Though, who's out here to enforce it anyway. They got cactus cooler though so can't complain too much.

  Owner's lost his gotdamn mind but that mechanic is a bleedin' wizard. Where do they get their gas from? Too bad I ain't never seen any of them tourists coming back from these "tours". They never stop coming tho. Must be 2 cars a week at this point. 

A classic 90s fit. With a slightly faded vintage finish to match and a luxurious heavyweight drape. 

Please closely consult the size chart. We are a tiny operation and items are produced to order. Exchanges are only accepted in the case of manufacturing defects.

• 100% carded cotton
• Fabric weight: 7.1 oz. /yd. ² (240 g/m²)
• Garment-dyed, pre-shrunk fabric
• Boxy, oversized fit
• Dropped shoulders
• Wide neck ribbing