#73, Zebra.

Zed. Gregory. You helped Nat spin fire for the first time (in your backyard), with some rags, a can of gasoline, and a couple of lengths of chain. You painted the walls of your living room blood red, and for a short while seemed to subsist entirely on chocolate-covered orange jellies... You taped down the tumor in your chest with duct tape, and even when angry you always wore a Cheshire grin. You stomped around in boots, competed in the Puke Olympics, and traded Siouxsie videos with me. One day you moved away. Me and my sis miss you so.