Tuesday, February 19, 2013

About Neil

Neil was a young man, no more than 30. He was tall, over six, and skinny. He looked like a younger version of his father, which was incredibly good looking, except that his father wasn't that tall. He got his height from his mother's genes. Neil had brown hair that he kept neatly trimmed, not for the vanity of it, but because it bothered him when his hair touched his ears. His eyes were a beautiful blue/hazel color and many a young woman thought that she would be the one to stare into those eyes forever.

Besides his handsome good looks, Neil had a fantastic brain. It was the kind of brain you would want to snatch before an algebra exam, because, quite frankly, algebra was like breathing to Neil. He enjoyed a challenge and preferred the more complex equations of mathematics and science. To Neil, every problem in the universe could be solved by science. Like I said, Neil's brain was brilliant, but it lacked empathy. He could not easily relate to most people on the planet, and most people who met him didn't understand this and took him for a socially awkward asshole. Tho as Neil aged, he learned how to act like he understood people on a non-scientific level and enjoyed going to small gatherings of people he called friends, where, if he took shots of whiskey between beers, he was able to shuffle between his empirical brain and his emotional brain and have an enjoyable time.

Before moving back west, one of the only close, personal relationships he had with another human being was his sister, Maryanne. From a young age he took it as his responsibility to see that she was protected from neighborhood bullies and jerks in general. Once he even saved her from drowning in a lake in northern Minnesota, where the family would often vacation.

Neil was a small town Wisconsin college graduate, but always desired to learn more and more and more. This desire to learn had brought out the idea to go to graduate school on the west coast, where he could educate himself about particle physics, whilst continuing to nurture his personal skills with like minded folk.

This was the reason for the trip to Eugene, amongst a few cities that dotted the western coast from Santa Cruz on up to Oregon. Although this trip meant business, Neil was not one who would miss an opportunity to see his younger sister. You see, the last time he saw her was when he dropped her off on the front stoop of a Manhattan brownstone, on a snowy January day just over a year ago, telling her, "If you need money, there is always prostitution."

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