The Roll Call

We're not asking for much. Just your name or theirs.

This is for the ones who’ve lost brothers. For the ones who still show up.

For the ones who sit in the driveway for an hour before going inside.

For the ones who’ve been silent too damn long.

Unable to find form

Coming soon: garage nights, meetups, retreats.

Not therapy. Not kumbaya.

Just firepits. Old trucks. Wrenching. Coffee. Maybe silence.
Maybe the first words you’ve said out loud in years.

Want in?

Drop your name. We’ll let you know when the doors open.