Spectre. Greg Horne is fine now, but he tried to kill himself tonight by taking a cocktail of everything from anti-depressants to Flintstone's vitamins with whiskey.
Guess who saved his life?
She rang me. I know. I know. She's a fucking ghost, Spectre. Of COURSE she is, she practically had 'I'm a Spooky Kid, ask me how' tattooed on her forehead. And then I had to soul-suck Greg to make him vomit which just EW OKAY!
I DO NOT LIKE THIS!!
And I told Greg if he pulls that again, I'll break all his bones. He did this O_O....!! So I might have convinced him... You should like...make him your personal security guard or something. He loves you.