bloody marty mix
Beer, Truck, Mullet: check, check, and check!
This might be my favorite picture of me ever. It's just so perfect, I can hardly speak. My mullet-riffic self is leaning against the door of my first car, a 1975 Plymouth Gran Fury station wagon (seats 11 comfortably). Within about 6 months, the front door of this car stopped working, and I had to go in through the back door, and then crawl over the seat into the front. In the background you can see my dad's rusted out Ford pickup with a can of Budweiser sitting on the hood. This picture is emblematic of my experience growing up in so many ways. God, I love this picture.
(I just found a stash of scans of old high school and college photos. I forgot about these! I sported a mullet all throughout high school. Hilarious! Check 'em out.)
Beer, Truck, Mullet: check, check, and check!
This might be my favorite picture of me ever. It's just so perfect, I can hardly speak. My mullet-riffic self is leaning against the door of my first car, a 1975 Plymouth Gran Fury station wagon (seats 11 comfortably). Within about 6 months, the front door of this car stopped working, and I had to go in through the back door, and then crawl over the seat into the front. In the background you can see my dad's rusted out Ford pickup with a can of Budweiser sitting on the hood. This picture is emblematic of my experience growing up in so many ways. God, I love this picture.
(I just found a stash of scans of old high school and college photos. I forgot about these! I sported a mullet all throughout high school. Hilarious! Check 'em out.)