Macca the Gator

MACCA

Macca crawled out of the mangroves one warm evening, found a palm-print shirt hanging on a beach bar chair, and never looked back. These days he runs on sunsets, salt air and very cold martinis. No schemes, no stress. Just a pink gator who believes every day should end with a good drink, good friends and a sky that looks like a lava lamp. $Macca is the token for everyone who gets it. The chillest gator on the shore. Palm-print shirt, purple shades, martini in claw. He is not in a rush, and neither are you.