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Greg is this guy, who I met in my industry class at university. Greg has a fantastic facial hair deal. Jesus took it upon himself to make greg a soul reaped from wires. In the best of ways, hell I mean id kill for a carpet of curls raping the outskirts of my jugular but no. Greg is brilliant.

He once told me his heart was empty and his soul was black.
Gregs smiling capacity lead me to believe the truth in his findings. However one time, I was talking to greg across a table. And for some obscure reason I had a mental image that invaded my mind. Greg, waking alone in the dimly lit student union bar. Alone and wondering, asking and pleading as to why he was only in his pants. Hallucinating and falling deeper and deeper in to a frenzy fuelled by acid. Shouting and running around the place. Screaming for any kind of explanation.

After explaining this sick yet light hearted thought. Greg smiled and laughed. Taking the mental image in the way i had hoped.

Greg cadman, may the trip be with you. Keep the smile and keep the beard.