Tales of a Mudflap
Mere months ago, in an icy and harsh pocket of Antarctica, I was born in the laundry of what I've learned to be known as the ‘Essemqueue’. Sculpted to the back of a willing host's Gregms particularly large noggin by known mischief Griffo.
The name Mudflap was bestowed upon me by some guy called Troy, proudly I accepted the title, feeling like the word never really had a true meaning before I existed. Soon after, I was given the traditional coat of Henna to bring out my true colours, cementing me as the flamboyant beast I was destined to be.
I came into this world as a thought, and idea of what could be possible in the face of hereditary challenges that face a large percentage of the human population. A willing symbol that fashion extends beyond male pattern baldness, a hero of haircuts, mocked by some of course. But little do they know the plans I have for this world...
Here I sit, perched, waiting, listening. Often protected by the warmth of the Merino cocoon known as buff or beanie, resting, saving my energy for what is to come.
It's the evenings I thrive, unsheathed to the community for the social enjoyment of my host and crew, proudly he flaunts me as a flap of defiance in the catabolic winds of time and truth. Free to learn, explore, think and muse about my place in this tiny universe.
My longing extends to the future. I've heard the rumours of my world expanding to much more than the confines of the Vestfolds. Tales of another continent across the vast frozen sea are calling to me. I'm sure that upon my arrival, the prophecy will be fulfilled and my reach will extend to more, infecting the heads of cool dudes throughout a hot dry land known as ‘backohm’.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe they are not ready yet, not ready to accept my presence in place of more popular heroes like Bowl, Buzz, Crew, Fade and my closest ancestors Mullet and Mohawk. But I'll show them, I'll rise to the top and show them all.
I sit here now, channelling my energy into the fingers of my host. I don't have eyes, but I see all and know my story needs to be heard, for future generations, for life and honour and vibe and history. If anything from this I need you to look into your souls and ask yourself… How much mud could a mudflap flap if a mudflap could flap mud?
Greg Mitchell - Electrician
