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SLUDGE FACTORY
The gunman first saw zoltan on a backpacking trip to Chile where zoltan had somehow ended up
He was living in a spider orphanage but the lone guman was smitten and smuggled him home in one of those plastic Tupperware sandwich boxes
The gunman and zolton lived together for five years , which is a long time in spider years
They shared a flat , shared takeaways .....zoltan loved egg fried rice and even shared a bath , the gunman would put zoltan in a matchbox and watch him bob away in the matey bubble bath and even shared football teams ....
Zoltan fell in love with cardiff city and was a regular on away trips , his favourite method of travel being the 5:25 London paddington train to avoid the old bill , it's safe to say he liked a ruck
I got to know zoltan a few years back . The gunman was going to some poncey indie rock all day festival in Bristol and needed a babysitter . I took zoltan for a walk around black weir, an area I knew well at night ....and we instantly bonded
Everytime a sexy lady walked past in the summer sun zoltan would rear up and show his excitement
We spent hours fishing in the canal by the ambulance station on north road , watched cricket at Sophia gardens and even took a day trip to porthcawl
But zoltan had a dark side.....drugs
It must have been his columbian up bringing but he soon started dealing paracetamol in techniquest
It changed him and we drifted apart
It was heartbreaking to hear of zoltans passing but ultimately if you have three legs and you are supposed to have eight you got to enjoy life whilst you can
Rest in peace zoltan you hideous freak