Turning Shit into Gold since 2006
If a man peddling a child’s sized Huffy mountain bike rides by with an out of date fax machine tethered to the back of his two-wheeled mode of transportation, question his motives. Be especially weary if his wardrobe consists entirely of Cancun gift shop memorabilia. Cross the street quickly if this Carlos n’ Charlie’s clad creep comes crawling your way. He most likely has an agenda and he is not afraid to stick to a strict schedule of pawning stolen lawn mowers and garden hoses.