2020 hit and we got jammed up at the house…no barbers or hairsmiths in sight. Duke was 2 at the time and his hair grew long and majestic. It tickled us to no end watching it form, like a newborn baby with unknown potential.
Then one day, Dad had a premonition and decreed that once a barber was sought out, a mullet must be attempted for scientific study. Mom agreed to two weeks so pictorial evidence could be obtained. The Dukester has now survived three years because the original hypothesis was correct; this kid has a magnificent head of hair that can make Kings weep.
Seas of people part in the aisles of grocery stores and wooded trails alike. They feel the power he commands before they even lay eyes upon it.
Otherworldly…Supernatural…Unique…The Oasis of Ohio
In our travels throughout town we have witnessed no other attempts at this Crown Jewel of a hair style…for that is sadly the simplistic thinking they hold. To call the mullet a hair style is so far beneath its Royal Status we can barely contemplate such an insult. It is a helm of untold strength and American Grit. It is a gift to humanity, spreading joy and hope wherever it travels. The Dukester embodies and protects all that is good and right in the world.