Fuck the steelers

I love Cincinnati.



Go Bengals, Go Cats.

Drunk and standing, err typing.

Finally

Fall appears to finally be upon his the mid-western wasteland called Ohio. It's a heartbreaking and yet beautiful time of year. The muffled crunch of leaves under your feet, boundless and charming sun sets, the chilly nights perfect for your favorite jacket which usually finds it way around your sweethearts shoulders. It also hearkens thoughts of another year passing by, loved ones we lost, and the feeling of mortality.

In reflection of my favorite and yet oddly most despised season here are few implements I think every modern gentleman, rapscallion, or dude with a good sense of style and good taste should own or enjoy.

Home sweet home

Nashville weekend of Sept 4th - 7th.