G.'s Closure

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"wait i just checked, the oxford tube should be coming in about 4 in the afternoon in Victoria Station tomorrow. I can send you a text

Yo dude, sorry, i think i've been dialing too many numbers this past night, i might have called you a couple times. Awwhh dude, Oxford is too crazy, i dont think i can cope with this. Matt took me to meet his Jamaican friend Ayman, and then... we had this big reggae party, and he offered us all this stuff... i think we drank a little bit too much... and they had all these pipes with hashish, i think there was like a giant hookah. It loked like a big octupus, with these 8 pipes.I dont remember much but i think we had some kinda trip to bratislava, and oh god there were kidneys involved... i dunno whose.Poor Matt, after a kebab lunch today he totaly passed out on the bed, with this big headache. But at one point, i think he was making phone calls too, on the phone.I hope we can wake up for class tomorrow morning..."

The problem with G. is that he is one of those people that you consider capable of actually going through or doing crazy things. It's all about his lack of luck. Bad things happen to him all the time. We love you G. You shall still be violently punished though.