His twin sister Candace worked at the club. Greg had received a degree in Social Work and was looking for a job.
Greg and I had been through an ordeal. Earlier that year we were spending a quiet evening at his apartment watching television. We were the only ones home and it was nice to just sit and relax. We were sharing a bean bag chair and enjoying one of our favorite shows. Sometime during the middle of the episode his roommate Dave came home and walked through the living room without saying anything. Neither Greg nor I thought anything about it. Dave was sometimes social, sometimes not. After a short time Dave returned to the living room and stood over me. When I looked up the end of a loaded gun was pointed at my head. He told us he was going to kill us. My first thought was that this could not really be happening. I sat completely still hoping he would suddenly say it was a joke. Greg had an alarmed look on his face which told me this was not a game. He told Dave to kill him first because he did not want to see me die. While Greg was being my hero, I did not want Dave to get agitated into actually harming either one of us. I told Greg to be quiet and I began to talk to Dave in a quiet and calm tone of voice. My instincts were to keep talking. The gun continued to be pointed at my head.