On the exterior the "Jerry Garcia" may appear to be a full blown hippie straight out of the 60s, however, he's usually just another Frat guy - only caught up in some sort of revolution he wasn't even alive to witness. His room in the frat house is often decorated with colorful tapestries, posters of inspirational musicians, and the occasional hookah or bubbler.

The smell of incense emitted from his room is overwhelming, lit regularly to mask the smells of marijuana and (due to his lack of proper bathing and personal hygiene) his own body odor. The "Jerry Garcia" doesn't drive your typical hippie Volkswagen van either, rather a 1997 Honda Accord, which he takes on his monthly road trips to follow Phish and other hippie bands around the nation.

Do not be fooled - while he may wear tie-dyed shirts, wear sandals no matter the weather and shower bi-weekly, in most cases he's not really a hippie - he's just some hairy little Jew from Maryland.