Hoody

Tom wore a hoody.

I wore a hoody.

He wore a hoody.

Apparently the nearest ice cream spot was a mile or two down the streets of a fragile neighborhood with dilapidated homes, some sprayed with graffiti. It was the hoodiest hood I'd ever seen selling ice cream, definitely not a place for snobs.

Obviously, the bigger the star, the more likely they jettisoned their hoodiest friends and separated themselves from any possible criminality.