Greg Paul Behrendt was made in a small textile factory north of San Francisco in the early sixties. He spent the lions share of his early youth as a sweat-jac (or sweater jacket) but as he got older, he realized his dream of going to college and becoming a pair of pants. After college, Greg became a person and started a wildly unsuccessful band all while holding down a job in an improv group. The days were long and the night's even longer, but success seemed to be almost right around the corner. Well, not success, but definetly a bar with lots of juicy liquor.