brandon's journal

This is the big one. Brandon's uncle dies by the bottle.

Playground basketball during lunch, to a school presentation, to new baseball uniforms. It was a busy day for 12-year-old Brandon.

An apocalyptic prophecy and favorite basketball team confusion in this entry from 12-year-old Brandon.

Ever have a splinter under your finger nail so far it went into your joint? 12-year-old Brandon did, and it sucked.

The Fab 5 Freshman lose to North Carolina in the National Championship, and 12-year-old Brandon is the only one in school rooting for the Tar Heels.

I'm from Portland but am a fan of the Minnesota Twins. Why? This entry sheds some light on the reason why.

An earthquake hits Portland, and 12-year-old Brandon gets the Internet. The INTERNET, for the first time.

Yet another injury. This time doing a head stand and 12-year-old Brandon's neck bending the wrong way. And a hockey game on the computer with 'sweet graphics.'

It's birthday time! And 12-year-old Brandon was really, really easy to shop for. Beef jerky? Check. Jalepenos? Check

A brutal go-kart track and shop class. What could possibly go wrong for 12-year-old Brandon?

12-year-old Brandon was very much against drugs and alcohol. A theme that becomes even more prevalent later on in these journal entries.

12-year-old Brandon gets punched during a league basketball game. By a giant none-the-less! Okay, well, relatively speaking.