Good old Old Gregg. You miss him in a sick sort of way, the way one might miss having a shoe full of Bailey's. You think back to the boat times (well, maybe those weren't times so much as...an exposure?). You remember the way he asked, "Do you love me?" and the way you refused him. "Could you learn to love me?" At the time, you said that you could not, that you were playing love games. Then there was the funk...
The whole thing seemed like a whirlwind, like it couldn't have lasted longer than half an hour, like it had all been some bizarre television program. It was a lifetime ago. Whatever happened to Old Gregg?