Wednesday, December 7th, 1983
I'm not going to pretend to remember the exact day this new bouncing baby bundle of joy decided to show up in my home in south Texas, but I do know what day it started, so let us just start from the beginning. For those of you who don't know, my little brother, Justin Brady Holden, is the only true Texan in my family. He was born at St. Joseph's Hospital in downtown Houston on Wednesday December 7th, 1983, which is hard for me to say because I've been telling him we adopted him from the Frog-Faces since about that same time. Justin's "Real" Family From 1983 until 1984 we resided in the BEST state in the World, TEXAS, then moved back to the midwest, Alton, Illinois, where we both slowly died a little every day for a great sum of years. Justin and I grew up in a modest home, if you can envision putting 10 lbs of shit into a 5 lbs bag (Us being the shit), but it was the family dynamic that made it so great, here's a little of our s