Carved with Boricua Pride. Stitched in Mile-High Silence.
Leather. Recovery. Identity. Purpose. All stitched together.
The Origin Story
I wasn’t some hobbyist with free time. I was clawing my way back to life. Fresh out of rehab. Still shaking. Still raw. But I had a laser, a leather hide, and a vision.
This isn’t some rugged-man-makes-wallets narrative. This is Puerto Rican sazon, Air Force brains, trauma turned into grit — tightened thread by thread.