Folks were amused, informed, and/or annoyed by Harry's Yahoos t-shirts back in 1975. Nobody had more fun than us! A high school shenanigan ended up with me selling t-shirts out of the trunk of my '72 Plymouth Duster.
This act of stark, raving capitalism introduced me to the Party Faithful. Born into the American Dream of the 50s yet disillusioned by the 70s, I let go of the status quo and charted my own course since then.
Adventures in sales ensued with more than one stumble-up into leadership. Having been twice ordained on my journey (Sub-Genius, Pastafarian), I'm founding the religion America deserves, a church of with merch!