"I would like a surfer on acid." Tyler raises his arms and bends backwards his back popping loud enough to be audible over the music, some people look at him cringing, one guy near the end of the bar hollers out. "Are you breaking sticks down there." with a smile. "Feels like it." he chuckles. "Might want to get that taken care of." Tyler nods his head. "Yeah, 16 hour work day will do this."