I live in my own now in a small house of my own. My eyes are still a pretty blue, my hair is as blonde, as full, and as fluffy as my adoptive father's (Brian) hair is. Speaking of Brian, he's forty-one now, I can't believe it!
Me, I'm not emo anymore though, I guess you could call me preppy. I have a job at a music store just up the street from where I live. I get paid good too!

I almost forgot, I have a girlfriend named Layla. She blonde hair, long blonde hair just like I do.
My uncle Ian, and Mick Taylor have passed away sadly. Ian was just getting older, but Mick, he died in a car crash, like my mother.

My dad (Jeff) has been out of prison for about a year or two now-but he doesn't talk to me what so ever! In the bright side, nobody hits me anymore.

I recently got a dog named Billy, after my uncle Bill Wyman.
Speaking of my uncle's, they are still here. They're in their 80's-90's now. The fact does upset me a little, but uncle Keith tells me very so often that he's not going anywhere anytime soon. Ronnie and Charlie are still riding their horses as well. Mickey Taylor as I call him loved to come and visit me though. I liked and enjoyed his company.
My past is far behind me. I get weird dreams every so often, flashbacks when people trigger me, but the therapy as helped me oh so, so, so much.