When I was little, this drug addict lived above my grandmother. We called him the Goon.
He would bang on the apartment pipes with a wrench all day and night long.
The goon is alive and well. I often see him around town. I think he's kicked drugs.
He had this crazy, goony look.
To this day, if you say "the goon" in my family, everyone knows who he is.
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