greenwillowherefords
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There's a poor fellow who walks the streets of our city, speaking primarily gibberish with what mind he has left. He alternately laughs and cries in a most hideous fashion, sometimes in a church he may have wandered into. He used to be a college prospect quarterback. On graduation night, he got a hold of a bad batch of drugs. Or should I say, an extra bad batch. One of his buddies died.