Our Story
IN the glowing Embers of Spite, PTC arose.
Like all good stories, this too starts with a breakup…
all of the Rage, resentment, tears, and Mania were funneled into a collapsible cart.
JUst like the relationship. Seemingly Stable but easily dismantled by Forces greater
Stained A Deep Brown like the shit cards life handed and the Nourishing HUmus which is to receive it –
Wheels now roam to serve cups brewed with the most human instinct to keep it pushin