Ridiculous rings and jewelry are the shit. Fine Light Trading are perfect if you have a motorcycle or a beat up pickup truck, an adorably ugly dog, lots of smelly flannels and an epic beard. One of the scariest dudes I ever met lived somewhere in Northern Michigan and he sold the raddest military surplus gear. Whenever I would pick up an M-65 he’d be like, “Oh yeah, great jackets for shooting V.C.” That's super fucking disconcerting when you’re 17, Asian and just trying to impress girls that watch too much Daria and My So-Called Life. But I remember dude had a crazy pinky ring and tons of turquoise and silver bracelets. He was like a really violent version of Willie Nelson. Which is a good look.