Meet the New Rhythm Guitarist for Whitesnake
Kristen has made, over the past several years, countless false and scandalous accusations that I, as a child, had a mullet. This has led to many disagreements between us, because, as everyone knows, I never had nor I never will have a mullet. You see, she once saw a picture of me as a 14-year-old where I had longish hair all over, and, the way it happened to be parted at the side, it looked mullet-ish. But it was not a mullet. There was never any hair sculpting, no mousse, no nothing.
Of course, my opinion may change as Henry’s head of hair has begun to naturally grow into “business in front, party in back”. You see, Henry was a slow grower in the hair department (he didn’t really have much on his head until he was around 7 months or so), and when it did start to sprout, it grew mostly in the back and sides (his monk’s tonsure).
Now he’s got a fully covered noggin on top, but the back had a head start. Luckily, he’s got quite a bit of curl back there, so you can’t tell how long the hair is most of the time. But when it’s wet or when he’s just had his winter hat on, it gets mashed down and it looks like he should be wearing a wife beater and a trucker cap.
This will all be remedied, of course, when we finally decide to get him that haircut, but for now, his ‘do is something special.
February 4th, 2010 at 6:42 pm
Most men who were teens in the 80s or early 90s had mullets. Face it, Raphe, you were one of those teens.