By a freak like you.
My whole life people asked the same question — why would anyone buy a KISS jacket from a freak like you? Kids at school. My own family. So I stopped answering and went up to the attic instead.
String lights, band flags, a beat-up sewing machine. Every night I cut leather and paint faces by hand until the sun comes up. One jacket at a time, for the ones who never fit in either.
