Michael Lee Washington. Mike is a vibrant verb. Like...he bleeds the full light spectrum. Word around the campfire, he can only walk on gold marble. While everyone's actin' all 50 Shades of Grey, Mike is putting the pleasant in Pleasantville with his color schemes and technicolor themes. Some people have jokes, but Mike has riddles. He's chock full of chalk, and chalkboard diddles.

Owen. OWEN. Bless us with your presence, Owen. Clean and Custom, Can’t quit with the quick quips Owen. No longer a fish monger, Owen. Perpetuator of baphomet, tatties in technicolor, and turnin’ tight ones in a Mini Cooper. Who works with him? The man of mystery. Check out his IG, but don’t check out his browser history. It’s probably filled with cereal mascots, crying babies, and photo references of Sasquatch. He’s a think-outside-of-the-box man, with his cute furry babies, and gorgeous gal Roxanne. Any shop that has him has a win, it’s like getting tattooed by Ace Ventura with a thick ass landing strip on his chin. Bay Area local and under cover gangster. So slick no cops can bust him...”He smiles a lot, so much that I almost don’t trust him”. Hahahaha.