I celebrated Happy Tuesday the 21st and it just so happened to also be my birthday. My parents were kind enough to give me a present on Happy Tuesday as well. It turned out to be an incredible guitar! An Ovation to be exact! I love it. I might put up a picture of it later.
I am now 15. I don't feel very different, but atleast now I can get a job! Money!!
Well I came to my same old house this evening, with dread written across my face (who likes coming back from vacation?) but to be totally wiped off when I reunite with my neighbourhood friends!
I really want to continue The Greg Man series. I don't know if I should either go back to The Greg Boy or write about The Greg Man's right hand man. Thoughts?
P.S. The name of the song I'm listening to isn't all that bad. It has great guitar and trumpet riffs, check it out if you have the chance.






Put up more stuff, Greg Man amused me.
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For the same reason you can't see your nose on Thursdays.
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I take a bow
Are you Ok
I hope so
Come to me
Come and see
My gallery
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Fuck the world before it fucks you
I see you are well.
I am well too.
You came to me.
You came and saw.
My gallery.
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