He didn’t follow the mapped out paths and tunnels, the intricate highways and byways of warrens to get here. He chose to follow gut instinct instead and though it took him longer, he picked his own way through and came into this place in his own time.
He takes charge, and when he does, the world steps aside to let him through.
My earliest memory of Graumpot was seeing him at Pop Art way back when varsity first started. He was slouching on a couch, reeling drunk, not too concerned with the world around him, happy.
He joined our circle of friends late, but stuck fast because he is fiercely intelligent, overwhelmingly head-strong and has excellent taste in literature, movies and on occasion, music too.
But the thing that set him apart back when we first met him was his passionate love of comic books and graphic novels. This man has damn near read them all. He has more comic book trivia in his head than anyone I know and a graphic novel collection that you could spend a lifetime reading and still never get to the end of.
He has a wild streak in him that has lead him down dark, dark roads, it’s a side effect of his brilliant mind, but he’s not one to go down without a fight and thankfully has always been capable of picking himself up, dusting himself off and getting back on track.
He has an incredible capacity to destroy everything around him, physical objects, and then repair them good as new.
He bears a slight resemblance physically to James Howlett, or as he’s better known, Wolverine, hence the pic I chose for him.