My mullet was born and raised on a dirt road in the woods. It grew up working like a grown man as a kid. Spent a summer and I built our barn 3 different times, since Mother Nature decided to tear it down twice. I love hunting and fishing, and my mullet and myself got into golfing recently and I might not be any good right now but at least I look fly out there. My mullet has taken a few concussions from breaking horses but at least it was cushioned a little. I travel for work and love meeting new people and trying new things and just encouraging everyone that they don't have to be conformed to society and it is okay to be different. My mullet has seen me at my lowest and it's dried many tears both joyful and sad.