The mullet.. is gone. However, I'm still humming "Who's got the Mullet?" by Me. I kind of miss it. I was really getting in touch with my white trash roots (my dad had an el camino sitting in our driveway on blocks for 14 years). Pics are coming soon though. Sadly, they are all from picture phones, but we got some good ones. Especially the one where I'm in my roommate's tank top (she weighs 105lbs, and is 5'4, opposed to my 6'1 190), it just barely covers my ribs.. and I'm chugging a beer, having just fluffed the mullet to its full glory. Its amazing.. with shorter hair, my 40 year old hair line is almost LESS noticable now that I'm not trying my damnedest to cover it. Anyway.. its almost five o'clock.. and everyone knows that means.. time to raid deckwreck's fridge for whatever beer is left over.
Update: Somehow.. through this haze of booze and smoke.. I've managed to post the only digital mullet picture I have (so far).
