Somewhere deep inside Wales there is a man in a van on a mission. He comes and he goes, drifting from place to place on his nomadic quest to lick the lid of life by escaping the herd. Some say he’s a very baaaaaad man. Others call him a dirty baaaaastard. A few think he’s a builder because of the white van and ask him to fix their plumbing.
Hush, can you hear that sound? Not the squeaking of the suspension or the merry moans from within but the sound of a man living bold and free on the road. He’s a hustler, not a rustler. It might be dirty, it might be degenerate, but most of all it’s a declaration of independence for how to unfuck yourself.
The Black Sheep Bandit is coming your way. Lock up your daughters. 2018 is going to be a wild ride 😉