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A Mind-Bending Journey through the Abyss of Chaos and Freedom

tales of Black Bear Brand…

In the wild and harsh West, where the sun blazed hot and the wind cut like a knife, there rode a man they called Black Bear Brand. He had journeyed far and wide, traversing the globe, from the shadowy alleys of Japan to the untamed wilderness of the West. Alongside samurais and tattoo masters, he explored the depths of Japanese artistry, and it was there that he found solace in the art of making denim.

Japanese indigo and denim craftsmanship possessed a magic that transcended time and culture. It was a wild depth that resonated with Black Bear Brand, calming the storm within his soul and bringing him a deeper understanding of devotion to his craft.

The West was a siren calling his name, and on his trusty Harley, he rode through the open roads and the untamed chaos that spoke to his spirit. It was here, amidst the rugged beauty of the frontier, that his insanity found peace. Love wasn't confined to the familiar; it thrived in the unknown, in the thrill of adventure that flowed through his veins like a potent drug.

Amidst wild cowboys and Native Indians, he found camaraderie in shared experiences and the pursuit of freedom. Together, they drank and embraced the elusigenic rituals, transcending reality to glimpse a higher understanding from living, from experiencing.

Black Bear Brand had become a vessel of experiences, a canvas of emotions, and each encounter, each hardship, fueled his creative fire. Designing was his sanctuary, the outlet that kept his mind from spiraling into madness.

Love, adventure, chaos, and trouble all danced together, weaving the tapestry of his life. Freedom was his religion, his guiding force. With his chopper as his faithful partner, he rambled on, chasing dreams and seeking a deeper meaning from life's enigmatic riddles.

This wasn't the end of his journey; it was only the beginning. As the road stretched endlessly before him, Black Bear Brand embraced the uncertainty with a grin and a rebellious spirit. The West was his playground, and his quest for higher understanding was an adventure that knew no bounds.

For in the heart of the wild, where the denim whispered untold stories, he found calmness amidst the chaos. His chopper roared with the thunder of his passion, carrying him into the horizon where new experiences awaited.

This was denim, this was the West, and this was the saga of Black Bear Brand - a man who lived, breathed, and cherished the essence of freedom. And so, with the sun setting on the horizon, he rumbled on, for adventure had just begun.

Best thing I can do is go... experience life and live my dream.

The American West, where a ghost of the wild west is still alive. It is raw, untamed, and vast; I love it, I feel free; it is magnificent.

I've ditched my helmet a couple hundred miles earlier in Montana. I'm riding into Wyoming through Yellowstone National park. Its summer, nature is alive, the colors, the smells... my senses are going wild, everything is intensified. I'm alive.
I'll be at a friends ranch in Moran, Wyoming.... soon.

music: The Last Knife Fighter