Everyone knows a Randy. He’s the guy who somehow looks like he just finished both his shift at a carnival and a guitar solo. He’s usually got a mullet that defies gravity, a denim vest older than he is, and an unshakable confidence that no one knows where he got it from. 

Randy doesn’t just live life, he experiences everyday as if it is the last, and he usually does it while being shirtless, sweaty and holding a can of something questionable. He’s not big on fashion but he’s big on metal and making the neighbors tense up when he’s nearby.

Here’s to all the Randys who turn the music up and make everyday feel like a show no one really wants to see.