Met Cody the VERY FIRST DAY I moved into the UCSB dorms. He was still in the "OMG I DON'T LIVE WITH MY PARENTS I CAN BE OPENLY GAY" phase of running away to college, and I believe he was wearing a tight mesh t-shirt under overalls.
Once, I got off work at 3am, went over to Cody's house, and drank a case of 40s with Cody, Ben and Paris. At some point we started doing headstands.
He was my date to my cousin Jasmine's wedding in Genoa, Nevada. Our room key inexplicably opened all of the doors in the hotel. It took us eleventy seven hours to make the 8 hour drive. Cody violated a covered wagon. We spent something like 10 hours watching episodes of Trading Spaces and drinking beer in our room. Best. Road trip. Ever.
I missed him when he went to Japan. I miss him now that he's in New York. He's pretty much one of the greatest people ever.