Atlas was used to mothers pulling their children away from him as he walked down the supermarket aisle. Old people hated stylish people, apparently.

He lived his own life – until one day.

Punk was coming back from college, he passed by a playground to go to the apartment he shared with 4 other guys (brutal). That's when he heard a little voice yelling "A Punk!"

He turned his face almost immediately, a little child nearby, looking at him with wide eyes, apparently not in fear, but as if he were Santa Claus or something.

"Uhh... hey, kiddo?"