After a long day of skippin’ rocks, feedin’ turtles, and water skiin’ with your britches on, not much can beat a cold beer and a float. But how you gonna paddle out yonder? That’s what the guitar’s for, amigo.
Sometimes you plan it, but most nights it just sneaks up on ya. Next thing you know, you’re sitting at a Waffle House at 3am drinkin’ cheap black coffee wonderin’ where the night went. Our best guess? You got a little rowdy, amigo.