BOLT CUTTER is the momentary jolt of genius in a 7th grader's brain as he drifts away from algebra and loses himself in the margins of his notebook and we are the demon in bed with your mom while your Dad is working the night shift at 7-11. We're kicking the side mirrors off your wack, can't-afford-the-lease Escalade. Now go change your pants. Men aren't supposed to wear Capris.