Part One of my life

I don't know what i should blog about right now. I've read some wonderful blogs today and i have found that they all have one major thing in common. They're about the authors life or a certain day in their life. I would do the dame but my life isn't all that interesting.
But i guess that i might as well give it a try. the following is a true story of my life
I was born in a big city with a pot head for a mom. I had an older brother and he took care of me when i was born. From what I've been told we went from one homeless shelter to another. My mom did drugs most of the time, while my brother stole from stores to put diapers on my white butt. When i was about two and a half years old my mom had some to the conclusion that she couldn't take care of my brother and i. took her long enough! So she brought my bother and i to live with my grandmother in a smaller town about four hours away. Now fast forward about five years and we stop about the time that my brother went into foster care. My brother wasn't used to the concept that we would be given everything that we would need to live. Before he would have to steal for us to survive. My grandmother didn't have the patience to teach him how to not steal, so off he went to become property of the state/ go into the foster care system. He would end up going from home to home and then go into juvenile hall by the age of fifteen. I stayed with my grandmother who later on adopted me when i was at the young age of seven. Now fast forward again until you hit the present time. I'm sixteen years old and will be seventeen here soon. I'm still living with my grandma whom i call mom. As for my brother lets just say that once he turned eighteen he was released from jail and got a job.down in Florida working on roofs. He then moved back to the small small town and got a different job. until he was recently fired from it for lying on a pee test. He's been doing drugs from what I've been told. I haven't talked to him in about three years. My uncle was the one that got him the job so that's how i new what was going on.
I will always have a special bond with my brother. I love him dearly but at times i just want to disown him for his stupid mistakes.He remembers where we came from better than me and yet he goes out and does the things that messed up our lives to begin with.
Now that i think about it i cant really call him my brother because we...better yet I don't know who my father is. And i can tell you that Jeffrey ( my brother that I'm talking about) and i don't have the same fathers. His is Mexican. And I'm totally white, so so that rules out one guy for sure. I've always wanted to know who my father is. My theory is that one day my mom got really high got raped and i was conceived. But that's just my theory.

Wow! that's a lot that i just typed there. and to think that i left out a lot of things about my past. That was just a fast summery. Damn!
I don't really know if you readers would be interested in reader more of my past so just leave a comment saying you want the rest of the story or something like that.