Where the grip is firm, the mission is unclear, and the branding is deeply questionable. Join us on a journey of outreach, laughter, and extremely strong wrists.
A bald-headed wanderer with a denim jacket and a handshake that could stop time. He’s been called a visionary, a menace, and “that guy who loiters under the bridge.” We just call him the founder.
We go where no one asks us to. Underpasses, bus stops, the weird side of Aldi’s. We bring warmth, grip strength, and mild discomfort. We’re not a non-profit. We’re barely an organization. But we mean well, and we smell neutral.
They say you can tell a man’s soul by his handshake. Ours reveals confusion, mystery, and years of hand-specific endurance training. Everything we do is by hand — because that’s how our founder insists it’s meant to be done.
“I’ve wandered coast to coast, but never felt so emotionally and physically supported. He really put both hands on the problem.”
“All I asked for was a wrench. What I got was enlightenment—and a strange tingle in my elbow. Would recommend.”
“The soup was cold, the pavement was harder—but that grip? That grip was warm, persistent, and oddly life-affirming.”
Behind every legendary grip lies a regimen of raw determination. Our founder’s training program hones grip strength, wrist endurance, and fluid arm speed.
Daily reps with rusted springs and bungee cords.
Blistering pace from dart tossing and reflex slaps.
Ten minutes in ice, ten in fire.
A meditative squeeze known only to initiates.
Front left chest logo tee
Back print with our founder doing the work.