The man walked into the bar with a swagger, his mullet flowing behind him and his leather jacket creaking with each step. He looked like he had just stepped out of a 1980s rock concert, and the patrons couldn’t help but stare. He made his way to the counter and ordered a whiskey, his rough voice matching his tough exterior. As he sipped his drink, he scanned the room, daring anyone to challenge him. The combination of his mullet and leather made him look like a rebel without a cause, and everyone knew not to mess with him.
