Kevin Ryan

Times were tough in the beginning, as it was six years of struggling to keep my head above water.

You could say I was jammed up.

One especially bad Christmas, I had a client who would just not pay on time.

It's commercial work, and there's not a lot you can do if they don't give you the draw.

Right.

Which my family deals with that still to this day.

You invoice, they go, I'll see you in 90 days.

Well, I needed the money to pay for Christmas, but we weren't getting paid for our November draw.

Me and her could wait, but these were young kids.

We had to have something for them to open.

I had credit at one of my supply houses still, so you can guess what we got the kids, or maybe not.

We got them lumber, and we printed out skateboard ramp designs.

I even got them outdoor-rated screws.

I don't think it was their favorite Christmas.

Worst part is we never built the ramps.

I love that.

If that's not a dirt bag going, I got to get you something.

Putting it on the business account?

I would never have thought of that.

That's what being a fucking dirt bag on Christmas is all about.