Shirts, hats, and other shit designed by people who clopened yesterday and are working a double today.


New weekly drops from fellow masochists of the service industry.
Our shirts come pre-stained with the tears of countless irate customers, giving you that effortlessly disheveled look that says, "I'm in the weeds, but damn, do I look good."
And don't get me started on our hoodies. They're softer than a perfectly poached egg and more comforting than a shift drink after a particularly brutal Saturday night rush.
