The year was 1988 and young Tim was, well, young Tim thought he knew everything there was to know about the world. Young Tim didn't know shit. Long hair in the back? Yeah, it will look great and the ladies will love it! That was the mindset in my pea size brain that still wasn't fully developed (still waiting for that). The only thing missing was an extra large comb in my back pocket with an Ozzy logo on it. Thankfully I didn't take it that far. When I transferred to State that fall, they put me on a floor in the dorms with mostly freshmen; I was a junior. With the hair, the youngsters one night were calling me the Antichrist. Shame on them for following the Antichrist as the only thing I led them to was community college once their parents saw their report cards over winter break. Needless to say, the mullet didn't last long as my friends will attest that my hair can produce oil faster than any human being out there. Combine that with the excess hair and by three in the afternoon, I could have replaced the oil in my car. Add in some neck pains from constantly flipping the hair back and by late spring of 1989, the mullet said goodbye for good. Looking back on some things in our lives, some we can say, "yeah, that was worth it."
It wasn't worth it. A royal pain in the ass trying to maintain it. I don't know how (or why) others do it.
Trail Head
