Dylan  − November, 2005

My half-brother Dylan is born in the grips of a cold November night while I am elsewhere, uninterested and uninvited. His mother is no friend of mine.

I have still not met the boy.

Update:

I recently had the privilege of finally meeting my youngest brother. My father has him in a tiny blonde mohawk. Mind you, this is the same man that mad fun of my brother Travis for his mohawk. I also feel the need to point out that my dad sported a mullet in his younger years. In his defense, he did look good in it. I can't explain this.

Comments:

pepero (March 13, 2007. 05:34pm)

i had three older step-brother's once. then my mom got a divorce and never saw them again.

Oblivious (April 10, 2007. 07:27am)

That's the thing with step-siblings I guess. Once my stepdad was gone, there wasn't any real reason for them to come over. My mom misses them, though.