Naw, the coolest--or most depressing, depending upon your point of view--is that people pass judgement upon others depending upon where they're from.
Take Milwaukee, for example. At lot of folks think I must look like Lavernne or Shirley.
I was thinking Lenny or Squiggy.
I nearly fought at the Alamo, but we had been drinking quite a bit and a few officers from the SAPD were nearby.
People probably think I wear a cowboy hat and boots, drive a pickup with a gun rack, spit tobacky out the winduh, and live on a ranch.
I liked OJW, even with granny and her Indiana gang.