Bronson
Bronson is the oldest child in the family. 19 YEARS OLD!
He loves plain T-shirts from American Apparel, nice jeans, and SHOES! He owns more shoes than I do.
He is so smart. CRAZY smart. But still dumb enough to kick doors down in the house and other naughty shit.
He loves living away from home. He spent the past four years in Asheville NC at a college-prep boarding school. He is hoping to return for another run in Asheville… Maybe UNCA? Maybe no school at all…. Who knows?
He is currently living here at home. He attempted a run in college and decided New Orleans/Tulane wasn't the place for him. Smoking weed, drinking and an occasional class isn't all that it's cracked up to be. He tired of that after one semester and hit rock bottom. A little intervention and a lot of therapy later, he is on the road to LIFE!
He has no idea what he wants to be when he grows up. He knows he wants to live in Asheville NC, possibly in a tent. He is the most comfortable in that environment. Things like real life and money terrify him.
He loves food, but only food that I DON'T currently have in my home. He spends most of his time here whining about the shit I eat and feed my kids. He wants stuff that I have never heard of before. Like Arugula. What the hell is that? For some reason, this past summer he REALLY wanted it! Fortunately for him, Brandon loves to cook and makes him whatever the hell he wants.
Bronson is a love and a fabulous big brother. When we learned a new baby was coming, Bronson offered to adopt as many as we needed him to on our behalf, just in case there was a cap on the number of kids California allowed. I loved him even more at that moment. What a sweet son and awesome brother.
