Not all of us are hometown Heroes.
Some of us, couldn't wait to jump on a train with all out personal possessions and ride off into the sunset, leaving bumfuck nowheresville to eat our dust.
It seems this is the case with our tragic, head-slapping hero. It appears like G wasn't always kicking ass and taking names. He didn't just spring from the ground a silver-haired fox with guns ablaze threatening people with a one-way ticket to Gitmo. He had bully problems and a shotgun-wielding father, weird, huh?
Sightings.
G cursing down a residential highway with a hot new ride. Just when we through he couldn't be any hotter?
T rocking a totally retro sweater. My money's on it once belonging to G? I guess this just feeds my little theory that T will one day fully assume G's character…But, that's a story for anther time…
You know you love me,
XOXO,
GG