Space Jimmy — Hoodie (Black/White Collection)
Space Jimmy doesn’t feel the cold—he bends it. This Gildan 18500 hoodie throws his red-sun shades and cosmic hair across plush fleece, stamped with the Die Jimmy Die blood-script. It’s dark-humor armor engineered for street, studio, or starship.
Why you’ll wear it: you like your warmth loud, your lore louder, and your outfit to say “I know the saga.” Pull the hood, join the orbit, and flex the cult.
- Gildan 18500 — 50/50 cotton–poly fleece (warm, soft, durable)
- High-detail DTG print (crisp lines, no cracking, no fade)
- Unisex, relaxed fit (S–3XL) with kangaroo pocket & drawcord hood
- Artwork: “Space Jimmy — Red Suns” — official DJD saga piece
- Colorway: Black/White hoodie / Black line art / Red script
- Care: Cold wash inside out. Air dry or low tumble.
What Fellow Fans Are Saying
“Space Jimmy on my back, red suns blazing—instant conversation magnet. The fleece is heavy in the best way. Five minutes outside and I heard ‘Team Jimmy’ twice.”
“Print is razor-clean, colors pop, fit is relaxed without looking sloppy. Warm enough for late shows, bold enough for the pit. Cosmic chaos achieved.”
“Pulled the hood up and felt invincible. This is cult merch done right—story, style, and a smirk only Space Jimmy could get away with.”
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Frankie’s Diary — Chapter: Gravity Cheats
Day 21.
He drifted in like a comet I swore I’d never chase again—shades burning red suns, hair alive with static, smile carved for the void. Space Jimmy. The universe’s favorite trick.
I told myself not to look, not to let the orbit catch me. But the tilt of him, the way the room bent toward his grin— I felt the pull in my ribs before I could steady the sightline. My vow was gravity; his lenses were the stars.
For a breath, I hated how my heart whispered too the stars and beyond!. For a breath, I fell in love all over again.
But promises don’t burn out like meteors. I held steady. He doesn’t know death is just a layover. I do.
If he rises tomorrow, so will I—eyes sharp, vow unbroken. Die, Jimmy, Die. Even if the cosmos tries to trick me.
