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(This story was inspired by the many personas of Tyler, the Creator of Odd Future.)
Someone said not to read this if you're under 13. I personally don't care, but some people are overprotective of little 'uns, so just be warned that I use everyday language in here.
Chapter 1.
I wake up. Seems I do that a lot. But who cares, I am awesome. No one can compare to Wolf Haley.
I put on my school clothes (not exactly the uniform, but what are you gonna do? The teachers won't do anything, I'm too cool) and amble downstairs. My dad, Thurnis, is already dressed for golf.
"Hey Dad," I mumble, as if there's any point.
"Mmmph." He's too busy shining his clubs. He's never cared about me, he's in love with golf. (Proof: 1 2 3) So I wolf (heh heh) down some Lucky Charms and head out the door.
As soon as I walk outside, the school bus pulls up. It feels weird, as a senior, to ride the bus, but my dad won't drive me and it's too far to walk. I walk to the back of the bus, where my crew is always posting up: Hodgy, Left, Earl, Domo, Mike, Frank, Syd, Matt, Jasper, and Taco.
The gang.
Wolf Gang.
Anyways, we just bullsh*t around for a half hour, until we pull into the school. We all get off and go around to the back of the school. It's where we hang out, smoke weed, and occasionally screw the ****. We usually get caught back there, but not today. Today feels like my lucky day. I attribute it to the bowl of Lucky Charms this morning, and push it to the back of my mind as I yell at Earl for not bringing the weed. As if by magic, I slap my pockets and find about four ounces of some good Jamaican sh*t. Weird.
Well, school ends. We can tell because all the nerds' parents are pulling up. We walk around to the front of the school and hop on the bus just as it pulls off. Another stroke of luck.
I AM TYLER LET ME OUT
What the hell was that?! Ah well, must have been the weed. That was good sh*t.
We pull up to my house. I slap the gang high-fives all around and get off. My dad is still off golfing. I flip on the TV to Loiter Squad on Adult Swim. It stars the dudes from Odd Future, the weird rap collective. I always saw a resemblance between my Wolf Gang and their group, especially between me and Tyler, the Creator, the leader of OF. And then it hits me.
I AM TYLER LET ME OUT
I AM TYLER
TYLER
I am Tyler.
He is me.
We are one.
A vein in my head swells, and I black out. My last thought, before everything fades away, is...HOW.
Chapter 2 soon to come.
Last edited by 32OrtonEdge32dh (Mar 3 2012 9:50:21 am)
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Holy sh*t that's a good story! Better put put some +13 warnings due to language.
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Uhhh....not really a PG story...but it's good I suppose. Needs less stuff related to sex, drugs etc...
Last edited by Kingpooultra (Mar 2 2012 10:17:24 pm)
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Haha this is so bad.
I hope you make more of it.
Weird
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