My mullet started during Covid. My mom said I could get any haircut I wanted because we had no where to go and nothing to do and so I got a mohawk. I liked my mohawk. My mohawk grew and grew. I liked how it got longer and longer. It began to have its own life and feelings. It started squawking in the morning (it may have been me not wanting to go back to school). I blamed it on my hair. It became the rooster tail. He is EPIC!!!