Deadhead Racerback Tank Top

You don’t wear this shirt. You are this shirt.
You’ve slept in a van, sold grilled cheese for gas money, and cried during “Althea.”
You’ve time-traveled during “Drums > Space,” made lifelong friends in a parking lot, and lost your shoes somewhere in Ohio.
And yeah — you definitely know a guy.

This is for the road dogs, the set chasers, and the tie-dye philosophers.
No barcode. No destination. Just the next show.