To start, I just want to say, I love my brother to death. I'd die for him, as much as he annoys me sometimes. That said...

My brother is 21 years old, though mentally, he is about 14. I have no idea what's wrong with him. All I can get my mom to say is "He's special" or "You know...".

He never graduated high school. I am an ardent Bush supporter, but I strongly dislike his brother Jeb. He has screwed up our education system to the max. My brother graduated with a "special diploma", which is Florida Education System for "papers showing you wasted 4 years of your life". He could have stayed an extra year to get his regular diploma, but we were assured that his diploma was just as valid as a normal diploma. He aspired to go to fire college. He can do nothing with this. Now he's trying for his GED, but can't grasp it.

He gave up on school and started hanging out with some serious low-lifes. This one guy named Chris came up to me and my friends at a Perkins restaurant and injected himself into our conversation. He smelled awful. Then, the next day, he comes into my house with my brother and starts eating my food. I was freaked out.

Anyway, he effectively stole about $2000 from my brother by tricking him into paying for things. We banned him from seeing him (with police assistance). Out of all his "friends", the only one who seemed to be true was a guy named Derek. Derek actually fought for Matt a couple of times.

Anyway, I was doing some work for my board [/blatant plug] when my mom called. She said Matt got into a horrible car accident. He was driving down a dirt road in the stix, lost control, and hit a tree head on at about 45 mph. Apparently, though, he wasn't driving. Derek was. He doesn't have a license. This pissed me off to no end. When my mom arrived at the scene, Matt was in an ambulance and Derek was in a squad car. Derek elected to go with police rather than going in the ambulance. I hope that he was feeling too much guilt to be near him. I hope he's hurting inside, for what he did.

Anyway, injury report, Derek had a bruised knee. Matt had a broken thumb (the only thing broken, thank God). Unfortunately, he went through the windshield. His face apparently is mangled. He got stitched, but my mom will never be able to afford plastic surgery, so he will have very noticeable scars his whole life. I have no idea why he let Derek drive, but when I find out, I'll report it. I'm visiting him tomorrow. I'm gonna bring a smoothie, because he apparently can't eat solid food for a while.

This was a long, pictureless post, so thanks to you if you read this all the way through.