My bad brother. I have a bad brother.
he has a new sister, but he’s never going to know her name
My mom told me he is a simple one
simple means you are neat, tidy, not too much to handle,
or in his case a foul creep
I don’t like him or his friends
They are one or two
but not too complicated items
basic churning like farm butter
not fancy like that cheese
my dad hated
because it stunk like his
feet or something growing in the dung heap
And like a celebrity, I'm just like everyone else...
I hope my readers will find my blog relatable to the idiosyncrasies , craziness and flaws that we all have. If you are perfect, I'm sorry and congratulations .This might not be the feeble attempt at a blog for you .PLEASE email me and give me your secret. It will save me a lot writing .
I just read a piece about how my authors “ about me “page is probably boring everyone to death. I apologize but my first claim to fame was in Eighth grade when one of my teachers read a story I had written to the class. I don’t remember what exactly it was about but the first sentence was “Coma. Unconscious. “.
You see where I am going with this. I was an instant star and most likely to write a book .