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Greg Paul Behrendt was made in a
small textile factory north of San Francisco in the early sixties. He spent the
lions share of his early youth as a sweat-jac (or sweater jacket) but as he got
older, he realized his dream of going to college and becoming a pair of pants.
After college, Greg became a person
and started a wildly unsuccessful band all while holding down a job in an improv
group. The days were long and the night's even longer, but success seemed to be
almost right around the corner. Well, not success, but definetly a bar with lots
of juicy liquor.
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