THE story…….

    As I said before, I'm new to this blog shit, so if there are rules or procedures then I'll have to learn as I go. But I guess what would make sense would be to give you a basic rundown of the story of me and my two brothers. Well at least my version. I think if I do this it will help the two or three readers we get to better understand since we will be jumping to and fro different times in our lives.
    Basically, I'm the oldest of the three brothers. When I was about 5 years old. My mom's ex-boyfriend threatened to kill her and her children. No one but my mom took this man seriously. So she gave the baby brother to my grandmother, then hid me and my other brother in this small Texas town and let another family adopt us. Although this guy did nothing for a while, my mom still feared for her life. From my understanding, my dad tried to get me and my brother back from this adopted family with no success. So he was only able to get me. Shortly after I returned with my dad, her ex shoots and kills her in cold blood. The middle brother, (Nanaki) was left in that small town to grow up with his adopted family, with no contact with us for over 14 years. During that time, I grew up with my dad, and the baby brother grew up with my white, racist grandmother (RIP). From the age of 5 until I turned about 17 no one had any contact with my brother that was left in that small town, (at least that was what we all thought). During these years though, I was able to stay in contact with my baby brother. I went through good and bad times dealing with my dad and his side of the family, as well as my mom's side of the family. I did things that were unbelievable as a kid and as an adult. But I never forgot my other brother. I told myself growing up, that no matter what I would find him before I go to college. Well funny how god works. The summer after I graduated, I came across an opportunity to go find him. After 12 or 13 years, I had no name, no address, nothing. Just my brother's name and the name of the town. When I found him, I discovered that he had no idea that I existed. His whole life he was under the impression that the adopted family was his real family. In one day he found out his whole life was a fake. From there we had to introduce him back into his family. After a short while, I ended up going to prison for almost a decade. Towards the end of my time in prison, I ended up face to face with the man that murdered my mom. Now released, me and my brothers are still on the path to getting our lives in order, mentally and physically.
    Imbedded within all of these main topics in this story are adventures and stories, told from 3 different points of view. I wrote this in hopes that it will better help people to piece together and understand a lot of the things we write.


                                                                                                                                 -Jboogie