Hair messed up from a hardhat. Dog-tired even though he wouldn't admit it. Steely eyed. Ridiculously chill. Tattooed. And covered in sawdust from the jettison of an old DEWALT mitre saw.

Zane taught us a life lesson. He's been coming around Steeltown for years (in fact his whole family are regulars). As we've gotten to know him, we've realized that he's a complex dude. A crossfit trainer, a Harley rider, a proud dog dad, a soon to be van-lifer, a drywaller and framer, and a high school drama class star.

Zane is a perfect example of how us humans are never 'just one thing'. A doctor. An artist. An asshole. A biker. A saint. A winner. A criminal. A parent. We're more nuanced than that. We're a buncha different people all rolled into one body. An amalgamation. And we're always changing.

If we were just one thing, we'd have no contrast. No depth. No way to measure the various parts of ourself against each other. No way to find harmony in those various parts. Let's face it: homogeneity sucks. Whether it's a person, a place, or a culture; sameness is a curse.

Yeah, Zane was helpful 'cause he modeled our new Working Class Stiff Hoodie. He was a good sport and the shots turned out .

But more than that, he unwittingly reminded us to accept ourselves, the good, the bad and the ugly. 'Cause if we can do that, if we can accept all the various parts of ourselves, than we can accept it in others as well (whether they have extremely sexy hardhat hair or not).