Sherlock then thought about his larger than life, dramatic, screwed-up best friend Teddy Timberland and his “Oh God isn’t strange” big personality. He was someone who, even with someone else, would be talking highly of no one but himself.
Every point made was all about him and no one else. If he didn’t get his way, his attitude would become aggressive and moody, like he was suddenly a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and start throwing things around, cursing while doing so.
Those were the times when Sherlock would just simply walk away, wanting no parts of anyone that angry.
And then there existed the matter of his mom, “unique and terrific,” a bit on the wild side, with the bluest eye, who smoked pot, loved sex, and counsels her daughter,