you never expect the worst to happen to you. You assume it's impractical. I thought so too.
Brian was my brother. My parents kicked him out of our house for "ruining his life", which in reality was simply getting a tattoo. They told him he has no chance of getting a job now, and they would support him in any way. Brian was a handsome young man, only 19, and one of the nicest people I've ever met. He was a great mechanic. Now this is my brother were talking about, but I am betting honest. All my friends would always want to hang out at my house because they all liked him. My brother was very popular at school and had a girlfriend named Desiree , she was a cheerleader at Carri Nation High. Brian was your perfect football star. Desiree and Brian had been dating for almost two years. Desiree was nice with blond wavy hair. My mom hated her because she was too pretty. They really were in love.
Brian was living in an apartment above the mechanic shop he worked in part time. He had no rent there but Desiree didn't love it. It was dirty, and inconvenient, but she was willing to work with it for those she loved.
