So I guess I should introduce myself to you all. Try not to make it seem as if I'm a robot. So let's start out with who I am. I'm a 16 year old boy who works at a burger place for a living. I on my own car(1996 Honda Accord) but I may not before to long as the timing belt has snapped and I'm not sure if the valve is bent. I'll find out in the next $250 or so. As for my name, It's River Day. No my parents aren't hippies. No it wasn't a pun on anything. Mom just wanted a kid named River. My father's name is Chris Day, he was 19 when I was born. My mom's name is Charmange Payne (her maiden name is Schmidt) and was 17 when I was born. As with many teenage pregnancies my parents split. Some people I know complain about their parents being apart but I don't. I see it as life, and I'll play the cards the best I can and so what to how it turns out. See, in my eyes, life is a game. Some bad people win, some good people lose. It's life. I'll play to the best I can within the rules and maybe I'll make a comfortable life, maybe I won't. Those who truly know me know I'm a kind of yin-yang, though I doubt they'd use those words exactly.  I believe you need more than just moderation, you need balance. What I'm trying to say is that I'm balanced. I'm very loyal and kind and sympathetic but screw me over to much and you'll lose that. Hurt someone I love you'll see the yin side of me. I'm a good kid, can go full on military for new parents or anyone who should be respected, but once they're gone my friends and I are more than a little devious.  Balance is pretty key in my eyes. I love dogs. I own an Alaskan Malamute, practically a wolf. He scares me at night, just running up out of nowhere very quietly. I can hear a chipmunk fart from the next house over I've gotten so used to trying to hear him. The rest of my family is really scared of him. He's bit my littl sister who claims to have done nothing (bull). And now dad gets scared when he barks or growls when someone continuously gets in his face after a few warning soft barks. Hardly audible. I mean, come on, he's practically a trained killer. He's made to survive off of very little and you thought he'd be a stuffed toy? Show him respect, and he'll respect you. He's got no issue with me. He tries his wolf bark or snip at me, but I get stern with him and he shuts it. No issue. He knows I am in charge. To clarify I don't hit or kick or even spray him with water. Just a stern voice and when I'm brushing him, gently push his head down. Not enough to injure, just pressure so he'll put it down. I love him to bits but I know he's dangerous. So I'm not sure how much I've shown you me but I hope it's enough for now. I will try to post photos later and if you have any questions please feel free to ask. I'd love to share my philosophical views on life. And I love a good conversation.