Brenden T. Sourbeck's Blog (1)

Due to my mothers lack of Web-Cams, for fear of the Internet, I am doomed to only type my story.



We had just got back from McDonalds, my little brother was complaining his Chicken Patty tasted wierd, but ate it none-the-less, I called him a pig, and he hit me. So I got abit cranky and locked myself in my room, and gradually fell asleep. I remember dreaming of Blood, I don't know why, but I was. It is really hazy for me, so that is all I remember. I woke up, seeing blood was running… Continue