Rat Bastard Screen-Printing was born from ink, spite, and a deep love for things that don’t quite fit in.
Legend has it that sometime in the early 2000s, a cursed goth teen was bitten by a radioactive rat while lurking behind a dying mall’s Hot Topic. The bite didn’t grant him powers — just a lifelong resentment toward anything that smelled like “normal.” He spent his high school years getting shoved into lockers, making zines nobody read, and sketching band logos in the margins of math homework he never turned in.
Fast forward a couple decades, and that same kid — a little older, a little more bitter, and still nursing the same middle finger for conformity — built Rat Bastard Screen-Printing. Not to be trendy. Not to sell out. Just to give fellow weirdos, punks, bands, artists, and beautiful outcasts a place where their work could be printed with the same level of irreverence and honesty that birthed it.
Rat Bastard isn’t some faceless print shop pumping out cookie-cutter merch. It’s a coping mechanism with a squeegee. A one-rat operation that runs on caffeine, sarcasm, and the belief that sometimes the only way to exist in this world is to make something loud, messy, and unapologetically yours.
We’re not here to impress your dad’s golf buddies. We’re here for the garage bands, the sticker-bombed vans, the DIY lifers, and the ones who never got invited to prom.
You’ve got art. We’ve got ink. Let’s make something ugly-beautiful together.