I have wanted a mullet since I was in high-school. Instead of following my dream of growing one, I joined the Marine Corps. I saw such a beautiful mullet one day about 5 years after I was discharged and remembered how much I wanted one. I knew I had such nice hair that I ran it by my gf at that time. She hated the idea so much that I awoke to scissors by the baby mullet. Decided that being rad was more important and chose my glorious mane over a toxic hater with dry hair. I have had it for 5 years now and no way I'm getting rid of it any time soon.