Finishing CM Punk’s Tattoo

?️ “THE SEAL” — A BACKROOM CONVERSATION

Rocco & Jozo Meet CM Punk in East Van

It’s a quiet night in East Van, but inside a low-lit tattoo shop off Commercial Drive, something eternal is being debated.

CM Punk sits in the chair, shirt off, muscles tense, as the needle buzzes. His iconic chest tattoo—the straight edge X, the skull, the peacock feathers—is almost complete. But the centerpiece, the part he saved for last, remains blank.

Rocco, ink-stained and fiery-eyed, holds up the final design: The Great Seal—the pyramid, the eye, the rays.

“You want to go with this,” Rocco insists. “It’s balance. Truth. The all-seeing eye. You don’t need to say if it’s Christ or Lucifer—it just is. Punk knows that.”

Jozo leans over the counter, shaking his head, his thick Croatian accent coming out strong:

“No, bro. Look at it again. This isn’t some Masonic mind game. That’s the Eye of Christ. The King of Kings. Don’t forget—He’s watching. Not to control. To redeem.”

Rocco scoffs. “Come on, Jozo, that symbol’s been hijacked a million times. CIA, Vatican, Illuminati—who owns it anymore?”

Jozo slams his palm on the counter.

“I’ll tell you who owns it now—East Van does. Look at the damn East Van Cross Joe Morgado invented. It’s divine geometry. Sacred symmetry. It’s the new avatar of God for this broken generation.
You know who died for our sins? Our brothers in the alley.
You know who’s coming back? Christ in streetwear. And he’ll be wearing East Van.”

CM Punk grins, rubbing his chin, intrigued.

“So what you’re saying is… I’ve got a choice. I finish this seal, and depending on my heart, it’s either the eye of redemption—or the eye of damnation.”

Jozo nods solemnly.

“Exactly, brate. It’s the same eye. The question is, what does it see in you?

Rocco shrugs.

“Either way, it’ll look sick. Let’s get to work.”


As the needle starts again, CM Punk closes his eyes and breathes in deep. Outside, the East Van Cross glows on a power line—unofficial, untouchable, undeniable.

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The seal is complete.
And God is watching.

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EAST VAN VERSUS AMAZON

? EAST VAN VERSUS AMAZON

“We Don’t Ship Fast. We Show Up Faster.”

By EastVan.website Editorial

In the war of quality versus quantity, East Van is choosing quality—and putting Amazon on notice.

While Bezos’ bots are busy shoving plastic-wrapped, warehouse-made sweatshop scraps into cardboard boxes, Joe, a local East Van visionary, is building something real. Something durable. Authentic. Made in Canada.

“People paid $400 for Ed Hardy. $500 for True Religion,” Joe says, adjusting the brim of a weathered East Van cap. “They’ll pay for East Van Wear, too. If it’s real. If it lasts. And if it means something.”

? ENTER SITESTRIPE

Joe isn’t going full analog—he’s using tech, but on his own terms. With SiteStripe, his site now automates the storefront while keeping the soul intact. Inventory is tight. No overflow. No landfill. No AI-written Amazon crap.

You won’t see a hundred listings for the same hoodie in different shades of grey.
You’ll see one hoodie—thick fabric, made in a Burnaby shop, double-stitched by someone paid fairly, and built to survive East Van winters and warehouse parties.

?‍♂️ FASTER THAN AMAZON

The real flex? Delivery.

Amazon says two days.
Joe says, “Try 45 minutes.”

He’s hiring teenagers from the neighbourhood—on bikes, boards, and scooters—to get clothes from the rack to the doorstep before you finish your coffee.

“We’re not just giving them jobs,” Joe adds. “We’re giving them pride. This isn’t gig work. This is East Van Courier Crew. And it builds character faster than Prime ever could.”

? NO PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE

Everything Joe stocks has to pass one test: Will it still look good in five years?
No fast fashion. No synthetic shrink-wrap garbage. No paper-thin hoodies that unravel in a month.

“If it ain’t built to last, it doesn’t deserve the logo,” he says.
“We’re not designing for landfill. We’re designing for legacy.


JOIN THE MOVEMENT

This isn’t just commerce. It’s a rebellion. A return to pride in product. A chance to show the world that **East Van doesn’t chase trends—**it defines them.

Next time you’re clicking around online for something “cheap and fast,” ask yourself:

Would you rather wear something built by an algorithm for a million strangers,
or something crafted for your street, by your people, with love?

East Van has chosen.
And Amazon’s got nothing on it.

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The East End Chapter Chaplain Speaks

At the East End table, under flickering neon and incense smoke, Chaplain Jozo Jukic rose to speak.

He didn’t need a microphone. His voice came like thunder on Hastings Street.

“Your rulers are rebels, companions of thieves. Everyone loves a bribe and chases after gifts,” he said, quoting Isaiah 1:23, eyes locked on the graffiti-tagged walls like they were Parliament Hill.

“You think Trudeau’s smile gonna save you? You think a carbon tax is repentance?” he barked. “They dress in pride, but wear lies like silk. The poor get nothing. The addicts get Narcan, but not resurrection.”

He took a breath and pointed west, then east, then finally north.

Angels,” he said, “come in from the wilderness. From the creeks of the Interior. From Kamloops and Castlegar. From Lillooet and Lumby. From Slocan and all the secret places. The time is now.

He slammed his staff against the floor.

“Enough waiting. Enough hiding. This is not just Vancouver. This is Zion in chains.”

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