Once a confirmed suburbanite, Greg Soper reformed some years ago 
when he managed to wander home to Midtown K.C., Mo., where he 
somehow-the-hell found himself in the corruptive company of street poets.  
Already a habitual jargoholic, he gradually progressed from casual liner to addicted pusher.
He nowadays takes per verse pleasure and purpose in proving to any
who think themselves averse to this stuff that they ain't really tried it, before.
He may be found pimping his product at various known locations in the area, so keep a sharp eye.