Every tribe has its initiation rites. Some spiritual, some brutal, but every one life-changing. In our tribe, it was our Pappy who did the initiating. And my 18th birthday became the day I’ll never forget. The hike to Twin Peaks. 

 

Pappy insisted on packing my bag for me, and as heavy as it was, I simply assumed it was all part of my initiation. After eight hours arduous trekking with a heavy backpack, we began scaling the tallest of the two peaks. With nightfall upon us and the temperature plummeting, we finally set up camp above the tree line. The views were incredible, and with great satisfaction, we surveyed our journey from the deep valley below. I gathered wood while Paps built a fire to warm our weary bones. Then, using our packs as pillows, we laid back, sucked in the crisp mountain air and gazed into the night sky and a billion stars above.

 

I thought that life couldn't get much better. Then, Pappy broke the silence and asked me to reach into my pack. I obliged and found wrapped under some thermals an ancient leather-clad book the size of an encyclopedia on steroids. He urged me to be careful with it. I unwrapped it and then slowly ran my hand down its cover, gently feeling its worn embossings. The gold leaf flickered as the firelight kissed it, making the experience all the more mystical. I quizzically whispered its title, 'The Book of …Wrong’.

A bible like no other. A history of salacious, sordid and hilarious memoirs from one very immoral tribe.

 

And that dear friends is how the deep and meaningful designs of SubtleTee originated. Believe it. Or not.