It all began when I was just four years old, on a family road trip to Destin, Florida. We stopped for the night in Birmingham, Alabama, and that’s when it happened—my dad took me to a local barbershop for a quick haircut. I walked out with a feathered, flawless mini-mullet and a mohawk combo that turned heads. From that moment on, I never looked back. I’ve never cut my mullet since—it’s more than just a hairstyle now. It reflects my personality, my attitude, and my identity.