Adoption is a word that most kids wouldn't want to hear while they were growing up but for Brinley it was never something that bothered him. It was simply something he knew to be true about himself and his family. Having a house full of brothers and sisters, all of various backgrounds and from various situations, the Covington house was always a buzz with activity, plenty of laughs, and lots of love. Adoption didn't mean Brinley was left wanting for things. What they didn't have they made up and so cardboard boxes became dream homes or racing cars and his siblings, both younger and older than himself, fed his imagination from the first day he stepped foot into the Covington home in Longport, New Jersey.
Born October 30th 1988 Brinley Miguel Covington spent the first five years of his life moving from place to place with his parents, first generation Mexican-Americans. Rosa and Carlos were both children of immigrants, had eloped young and run off with grand dreams for themselves. Though their english was better than that of their parents, their education was limited and though having gone from west coast to east, Carlos and Rosa found themselves unable to snag jobs that might leave them well off. Toss in a pregnancy and the need for money and the two fell into a lifestyle they had learned from their parents. Migrant farming provided money to put food in mouths but as he grew older and needed more they found it hard to provide for such a tiny boy. What he would do for proper schooling as he came of age was the cause of much worry for Rosa who wanted a better life for him. Though he grew up running through apple and orange fields in whatever place the weather might take them, Carlos and Rosa finally came to the decision that started the ball rolling to Brinley's home with the Covington's. It was another year and a half before the boy found himself settled in the home where he spent the next twelve years of his life residing.
Growing up, Brinley had a little bit of a hard time adjusting to settling in one place. Accustomed to being on the go, it felt awkward and out of place to persistently sleep under one roof and have a schedule he was expected to follow. It was no surprise that the young boy found himself in and out of trouble for the rest of his childhood and teenage years. He was that sweet boy that found himself on the wrong side of things more often than not but fortunately the trouble he found himself in was never so serious to merit more than one or two run in's with the cops. Still, the Covington's were patient and loving with him as they were their other children from all different walks of life. Though he remained a troublemaker, they did eventually find outlets for him. Camping proved to be something he absolutely loved. There was something about sleeping out under the stars. Then he discovered the drums and could easily take any anger and frustration out on them, but more importantly he discovered the other two things he fucking loved beyond rhyme or reason: trick bikes and weed. Sure, marijuana got him in trouble a few times (see the time he almost got caught selling it at school or the time he baked it in to brownies and had to dodge his foster parents from eating them when they were discovered) but mostly it wound him down.
A prankster, a trouble maker, a bit of a creepster, but all around a good guy Brinley graduated high school with mediocre grades. Not that he couldn't have done better but his heart wasn't quite in to it. None were surprised that he didn't attend college but rather found himself with this job and that job immediately after classes ended. One night while stoned off of his ass with some friends he wound up birthing the brain child that took him to where he is today.
Undead Apparel came about while watching Night of the Living Dead with some friends and though it started as a joke, Brin decided when he sobered up that making some grotesquely brilliant clothing wasn't such a bad idea. He sketched up a few, showed them to friends, and screen printed the first versions on his own. They went faster then he could make them and deciding
Undead Apparel was a good investment, he put all the money he had saved in to it and with increased production increased sales and awareness and took off. It didn't hurt that during high school he had taken off on various occasions to follow certain bands he loved and occasionally got in good with them. Articles of clothing were given to them for free, and really any band he got the chance to pass them off to and this form of free promotion worked like wildfire. Now at 21, Brinley still works a shit job at 7-11 but it's just for extra cash since he spends his nights partying or working on new shit for
UA.
quick facts:&brinley miguel covington
&adopted at the age of 6 and has lived in lp ever since
&6ft6 means he's basically beyond giant sized though lanky as fuck
&big mouth, obnoxious, creepster to the max says shit the second it comes to his head
&gets himself in to a lot of trouble that way but has a heart of gold
&loved harry potter, star wars, lord of the rings, and most series
&always a bit of a trouble maker has had a difficult time staying in one place
&founded Undead Apparel at the age of 18 and it's taken off in the last year and a half
&peaces out from lp every now and again to go on tours to promote/sell his shit
&collabed with Rock for Health (
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turner,
tyler) to design shirts for them
&thinking of opening a little shop to sell his shit perhaps in atlantic city
&smokes and drinks more than is natural
&friends with
rhilee,
aralyn,
enz,
kathlene,
blaraway,
jenelle&cousin in
carling&adopted brother in
guis&plays the drums but not in a band mostly just to fuck around himself
&loves trick bikes
&pretty much an open book
