Since I was a child I wanted nothing but the true form of freedom. My parents were strict, and I was clean cut. Freedom longed for me, as much as I longed for it. As I aged I always longed for longer hair… and something that showed my personality. Then one day, my buddy told me “get a mullet”. If there was one haircut that was the epitome of freedom… It was… a mullet. I had to have it. So I worked hard to hone my haircut… to gain the luscious locks that I have today. My mullet flows like the amber waves of grain. It is… a part of me. I have become one with… the mullet.