"Remember my brother Jordan?" How could I forget? He ran away from abusive parents, ran away from brat camps, stayed with my family for five months and than ran away from here too. But Jordan did have a budding career as an artist until he got busted for graffiti last week and is now back with his abusive parents, on house arrest.
"Well, he's coming to visit me next week." That doesn't sound good.
"Visit you where?"
Jordan is a runner. Nathan is a fighter. When things get too heavy, Jordan runs away. When the spit hits the fan, Nathan takes on the world. Nathan spent FIVE YEARS at brat camps. Jordan only spent two. And when they got out, neither one of them could function in society. Not a clue. Now Jordan is a recluse and Nathan is a JD.
"What was juvie like?" I asked Nathan. He wouldn't tell me. So I did some research. In California, the really tough cases go to the California Youth Authority. Nasty place. Avoid it like the plague unless you like gang signs and homemade tattoos.
"So. Nathan. E-mail me."
"I can't. We aren't allowed. But I'll write you. And promise me you'll put my letter on your blog?"
Nathan's raw story? Breaking exclusively on my blog? Stay tuned! Wanna know all about teenage group homes in northern California? Nathan will give us the inside scoop.
Here are some previous episodes of the Jordan soap opera, in case you missed them:
"Calling the Cops on your Own Child"
"Desperately seeking Jordan"
"Tracking Young Jordan through the Snows of Montana"