On Sunday I went with my mom to her boyfriend Dale's house, and his 33-year-old son Brandon was there. A while back, Brandon found out he had leukemia. Dale bought a bunch of the yellow Lance Armstrong "Livestrong" arm bands, and now we're all wearing one for Brandon, and we all promised that every time we looked at it we'd think of him, and he said the same for us. We made a deal that, if he was still alive on May 1, 2006, him and me and Mom would all go have lunch, and I promised him I'd be there. Man, I almost cried three different times.
He's really a wonderful person, and funny as hell. For others of you in the faith, pray for Brandon Nixon for me. Thanks.