What happens when you take three really good friends and mix them with some duct tape, a lot of time, a kitchen table, a small brown dog, day old pizza, cold beverages, a small electrical fire, no money, lots of creativity, a midget friend named Hal and a blackout?

Believe it or not you get a duct tape wallet...and then you get some heartburn and then you lose your fingerprints (that's probably a good thing), and then you quit your job, and then everyone thinks you're crazy for making duct tape wallets.