My free-spirit friend Mike called me the other day a few minutes before I left the office. He didn't even say hi, he just got straight to the point.

"Yo, Dan, I got a mullet."

After laughing my ass off for about a minute, I asked him why he would ever do that to himself.

"I dunno. It looks funny as hell."

He's been living in a cabin up in Mammoth for the last two months and got a job as a ski-lift operator. All he does every day is eat, snowboard, work, drink, fix his fantasy basketball team, and sleep, and you could super-boggle that sequence at any time to determine the order of his day-to-day agenda.

"Oh, man. The snow was freakin awesome today. I had the best ride ever, in my whole entire life."

I told him I thought he was the freest spirit out of all our friends. He laughed. Then he started mumbling a song to himself and asked me what I did all day. I told him the same ol' routine.

"Anything new going on?"

No, I said, except..... well, instead of ordering the tall hazelnut latte at Starbucks in the morning, I got a tall toffee nut latte in the afternoon, instead. That was my adventure. He mumbled another song to himself.

"Right on..... alright, D, I'm gonna go now."

What are you doing?

"I don't know. Whatever."

Whatever. The life of a free spirit, after all, has no boundaries.