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Monday, February 11

Travis

Meet my brother, Travis. He's a turd. And he's been one for a long time.

Ever since he was this age:

Young Travis

He had to be ten in that picture. Video games ruled his life.

When he was sixteen, Travis came to Monterey to live with Hubs and me. He only lived with us for about a year, but boy, did he go through some phases.

Travis with blue hair

And thank God he grew out of them. Take a look for yourself...

Travis

Isn't he adorable? He's going to be 21 this year, which makes us all feel wonderfully ancient. Video games still rule his life. But at least he stopped dying his hair.

1 comment:

The Attorney said...

See those big eyes in that first picture? Those were the eyes to which the staff at his elementary school succumbed. I was told by the secretary that they hated to see Travis come to the office in trouble because of those big eyes.

See the blue hair? When it grew out, and he had the brown underneath, he looked very cool.

See him now, in the last picture? Kind of like George Clooney.


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