THE WATCHERS

They can take the words.
They can trace the seams.
They can lift the vibe, the colors, the cuts, the attitude.

Hell — they’ve done it before.

I’ve seen my exact garments ripped, renamed, and sold by people who’ve never bled for a business in their life.
I’ve seen my writing style show up on websites that didn’t exist when I was already three years deep into this grind.

But I’ll tell you what they can’t steal:

The fight it took to stay in this game.
The years in the dark.
The meals skipped to pay the machinist.
The shop light at midnight when I was still unpicking thread and redoing it the hard way.
The truth in these stitches.

You can’t fake 20+ years in the garment business.
You can’t fake pattern knowledge, or fabric fluency, or what it feels like to break down and rebuild a brand while the industry’s watching — and not cheering.

I know they’re watching. I see the spikes.
Not buyers — biters.
The ones jocking our style, not riding with us.

And this time, I’m documenting everything.
No more free rides.

So if they’re reading this — and I know they are — here’s the free lesson:

You can knock off the gear,
but you’ll never wear the weight that made it.

I built this brand to outlast the hype.
And I’m still here. Still standing.
Still built tough. Still built to last.

Now a word from my sponsor:
Want to see what they can’t recreate?

Check out the Original Hard Ball Motorcycle Vest
Every stitch earned. Not handed.

There’s a reason it was named Hard Ball.

It wasn’t just a vest — it was a warning.
The first time I saw someone knock me off, I didn’t post about it.
I didn’t rant.
I just gave that vest a name and let it speak for me.

Hard Ball was a quiet shot across the bow.
They didn’t get the message then.
But they will now.