Brandon....or Todd.
No Todds, but in that brief stint I had in a Fraternity, one of my really good friends was a Brandon, but everyone called him ‘Kink’ (his last name was Kinkade).
One of them country, good ol’ boys. He always bought bourbon and smoked cigars on the fraternity house’s roof. Also, when I decided to transfer out of that school due to some complications back home, he was one of the few brothers who actually didn’t handle it like it was a slap in the face. Was real nice and understanding.
Good ol’ Kink.
