"My boss seems to think that my hair is going to fall off and go into the ice cream. This hair ain't moving, my dude. 150 miles per hour on the highway on a street bike, it doesn’t move. What makes you think it’s going to move in a gelato shop?"
I first discovered hair like this back in 2008 when I lived in Joisey, worn by a kid working at my local pizza joint. I was fascinated by its simultaneous hideousness and fastidiousness. Jersey's answer to the Mullet!