Born Andre Lucas Chakan in the summer of '69 to Kyle + Megan Chakan, life held much promise. His parents, unquestionably in love, were the classic hippie naturalists. Megan, a successful artist + law student, his father; weed farmer, jam band guitarist, + full time political activist.

At a young age it was discovered that Andre was indeed very gifted, he could read and write before he started school, do basic math + craved more + more knowledge everyday. As well he learned nothing was more amazing then his "other" gifts. About the age of five Andre's parents found he was capable of moving small objects, turning off and on lights and hearing parts of conversations that were still just thoughts, all through the power of his mind. This and his parents personal loathing of the corporate american educational system placed his education in the hands of his parents. Homeschooling allowed many benefits, advanced learning, no busy schedule to work around allowing for travel abroad. Life was an exciting learning journey, making way for the development of a healthy mind + all around genious. An evolved child preparing to pave the way for evolution in the ranks of society.

THen in 1982, at the age of thirteen, tragedy struck. Andre's mother was ran over by her own car after attempting to stop a would be car-jacker. After 38 hours in the hospital she died from her owunds. Andre's mind felt it all, his mind collapsed and he went into a coma for 3 months. He awoke, seemingly a different person. A day after returning home the DEA stormed his home and shot his father in the face 3 yards from him, Andre blacked out.

It's now 1987, Andre now calls himself "Grek", and is living in Chicago, works 3 shitty part time jobs and is in a band called "Disruptive Mother" his life has melted into destructive druge use, overworking and drunken rage, now his life is inverted. He chooses to live a life of projected ruin.

One night, '90 or '91 can't remember. He was subjected to a heinous amount of LSD and various other halucinagens in light of his birthday. Sometime during the party he strayed away from his bandmates + various friends, groupies, DJ's. That is when he met "him". Sunken eyes, twisted smile, covered in "Bacon"??? I feel weak, altered...
something. Blood some
blood
sure I'm
thirsty

somewhat.


It all makes sense now we can talk about it all we want but it's write there past the shadows, the pale light the pasty skin, the collagulated blood caked to the hair.
It welcomes us, but we
choose not to obey
that's why we

always win

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