Troy

Hi!! I'm Troy McGreggor. I should tell you, I wheeze loudly when I'm scared. I live with my Auntie in Canada (she was never laid off after the war). She tells me not to cry on what is past. She's referring to my father. My father was mysteriously murdered by a cult lead by the notorious Sitorus. Before his death my dad invested in Lemon Mines, and that's how we lost all our money. I secret away all my red sweaters in a trunk in the attic. I like to store lazer discs in the refrigerator. Cold crazy bread, really is crazy. My best friend's name is Rowsdower, Zap Rowsdower. His hair is an elaborate network of nerves, constantly processing information. I live in the back of his pickup truck, ever since I told it to his acid-washed jeans. He always forgets the liquor stores close at 8 (even when he sends me out for Yukon Jack). He has a girlfriend named Sherry and a jacket made out of lunch meat. Sometimes the villians Jean-Pierre and Michelle call him "Actions Dower." I like FOOD!!! MORE FOOD!! Which reminds me of my friend Mike Pipper (he hates that wabbit too). He and my dad where "Pipper Partners." ("Ooh, I needs me an eraser!") He made me some trail mix out of rat droppings and hair. It was good. Well, gotta go. Swing choir won't rehearse itself.