This is not really my life, not some crappy nonfiction story! Just ta tell ya! Okay, first of all is my family. It's okay but the only thing wrong with it is that my brother and I don't have parents. I was already adopted, but the only family actually got was them. We were always weird in the orphanage and I was alien, and my brother was psychic. Yeah I know, weird. It was horrible at the orphanage! We hade to eat what they called food! It looked like dog shit!!! So we ran away from the memorys. My brother jacked money from the fags who ran the hell hole!! We went to the nearest train station. We were separated in the train. I sat by a fat ass! Who looked like my third grade teacher! Fag. But Jared, my brother sat by this cartoon character type with mismatched eyes. One was Black, one was white. He said, "Fk off." And Jared immediately noticed that it was Murdoc Niccals, the bass guitarist of Gorillaz. Jared said "Holy Shit! You're Murdoc Niccals! He said "Yea, so what." "Where's the rest of the band?" I said. "There sitting somewhere else. So I looked and saw them. "This ride is going to be awesome!" Jared thought.