So, this story will probably explain a lot about me to those that know me personally. It probably has everything to do with my off the charts A.D.D., my inability to do math, or process travel directions. While we’re at it, maybe I’ll charge my propensity for alcohol and that damn tweed to it as well. I’ll be the first to say that it’s probably why I’m amazing in bed (ladies, take note here). I consider myself to be a pretty smart guy, though I certainly never showed it in school. I’m like Rain Man for random information, and I still remember my best friend from 4th grade’s phone number. Numbers and random facts; A generally useless trait, unless I can somehow get onto High School Jeopardy. Anyway, enough about how awesome I am. I just wanted you to pity or lust after me (or both, I’m not above pitylust), before I make every bit of your human instinct want to murder me.

Because…. technically…..    I’m a zombie.

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