Welcome to Handcuff Week!

In case you haven't noticed, we've recently started weekly themes that can be found in the last two weeks worth of blog posts. Today marks the first day of "Handcuff" week, so I figured I would start by thinking out loud about what handcuffs really mean to me.

Since Country Dave was recently murdered by a shark in a previous blog post, I think it's safe to let all of his skeletons out of the closet. Country Dave wasn't always country.

Circa 2010.

Sadly, "Country" Dave didn't always walk such a strait line.

"County" Dave circa 2003.

And by "County" I mean "County Prison" Dave. You see, 2003 wasn't a good year for Dave. He graduated high school but his friends ended up scattering to the winds for college. Dave was left with little prospects at home so he turned to selling pre-huffed spray paint to kids at the after school program where he claimed legitimate work. When the kids realized the colorful paper bags were impotent, they told their teachers and to make a long story short...Dave started an unhealthy obsession with Johnny Cash.

Until next time, stay away from handcuffs and spray paint!