intelligence

Ah intelligence, in this dull world of nimrods, intelligence is a rare quality, one that I have much of. Some call me brilliant, some psychotic, but I am not. I am simply something their closed-minds cannot comprehend. Therefore I am alone. But soon, oh, very very soon, I will find my counter part. Then, I will not be alone forever. But first, I must find them

 

Monticlair
"Oh God...what happened last night?" I groaned with a splitting headache that could only come from a hangover. A dark shape stirred beside me and I realized I was in some woman's house. "Oh shit!" I groaned and quickly dressed in the clothes from last night, a polo shirt and normal jeans, now crinkled and a new stain on my jeans that might have been the result of last night. I crept out of the vanilla smelling, floral printed room and hurried out of the apartment complex that she lived in. I felt the sick feeling that I always felt after sleeping with a stranger. Not that she had been bad-looking. They never were. I felt like a complete and utter disappointment. If my father could see me...oh God, I can't imagine that. I strode quickly and confidently to my car, a newish model from 2010. I felt my pockets to make sure I had my keys and wallet...yep, they're there. Like always. I quickly pulled out and stared at the apartment in bitterness. Then I revved the engine and peeled off. I quickly checked the street name, 42nd and Harris. Conveniently, two blocks away from my house. I slowed down when I got to my neighborhood. It didn't look like much, just a simple suburban utopia. I sighed as I stopped at my house. I checked my great, great grandfather's watch, strapped tight to my wrist. Never took it off, never will. It was 5:43 AM. I had 3 hours to get ready for work and maybe catch a little more sleep, look up a cure for a hangover on the Internet. I hoped out of my car to my normal sized, blue house with yellow siding, a little garden of daisies that one of my girlfriends, Sharon I think, planted them for me, that is, before she smashed the windows of my house and keyed my car. I stepped inside and my dog, Danzo, whom I named after the only ninja in Naruto when I was 15, trotted up to me. He was a black Lab and was the only thing that I really ever loved.

 

Exactly

 

Nooo you're my gerbils pet dog 

 

That's his name 

 

Not really I names the main characters after my gerbils :3

 

Cause I fucking felt like it Tyler 