15 years ago I started a little side hustle for my dad. For my dad, not with my dad. I truly had no intention of this being a full time thing, let alone, a 15 year thing. My dad was an old school machinist out in the middle of the desert...

This post was started last week but I never finished it. It was kind of cheesy and trying to be clever but things changed this morning. Without getting into dramatic details, at 5:30 am I was outside trying to adjust a tarp when a 15 pound dumbbell fell around 8 feet and hit me in the back of the neck/head...

A few years ago I launched a CNC version of this coin and it was an absolute hit. I was so proud…until I got a few emails telling me that I had misspelled journey. Don’t ask me how someone that grew up in the 80’s could misspell Journey but, there it was...

I'm going to preface this by saying that I don't believe in "shadow people". I'm also going to say that I don't have any proof that shadow people DON'T exist. In short...I don't know. When I was a kid, talk of UFO's was absolute silliness and just fun sci fi. Now the government is saying, "oh, ya...we don't really know what it is but there's something." Point is that I don't know what I don't know and I don't even know what I do know anymore. Life was much simpler before the internet...which is when this event occurred...