I’d leave the genius-level shit to the actual geniuses. Like Leon. Fucking hell, why was I thinking about Leon again? “Dammit, Stanley,” I muttered aloud, heading to my kitchen to grab some vodka from the freezer. “This is the result of too long without good sex, you know that? My tiny, insignificant crush on Leon from like three years ago has turned into a whole thing inside my head.”
