Penta Bike wool crew
In our lord's year of 1991, while employed as a bicycle messenger in Denver, Colorado in between drinking coffees, safety meetings behind the Keg Buffet with J-bone and delivering tags in expensive stainless steel elevators, I mindlessly scrawled this design onto the inside flap of my Timbuktu messenger bag.
Now, here we are 20 years later and this seemingly mindless little scribble has turned up everywhere from stencils in Boston to tattoos in Austin.
This here web log is simply a vehicle for me to help spread the virus that I unknowingly unleashed so many years ago.
Thanks for the interest.
Kiss the goat,