But first, I want to tell you about my little brother named Dexter. He is 5 and he likes to try to escape from different places. He just escaped from the Army. He was in the Army because our dad sent us off to the Army. Dexter didn't like it there, so he left and came to live with me. Now, he helps me find food, but I always have to cook it or it will come out as a big, black crisp.
I don't have a house; I live in the back of an old army truck. I can drive so I move every time I see someone coming down the road. No one comes very often so I can usually stay places for three to four months.
I'll try to write more soon. See you later!
