Imagine.
Atlanta, Georgia.
New whisky lounge. You bring a date. You move back from the bar with your snifters and bump shoulders.
The men are smoking cigars inside and refuse to put them out.
One has a neck tattoo and a bleach job straight out of The Real Slim Shady VMAs performance, dressed like a train conductor,
And his friend has a mohawk so thin the sides touch, and is wearing a fully buttoned church vest in place of a shirt and has his underarm hair out in the venue.
I'd have to throw the whole South in the trash bruh I'm sorry.
Cody and his friends are weird, strange individuals.