My brother joe

Joe is the 3rd oldest brother in my family. when i was born he was 4 and id like to think God sent me in his life to stop all the madness he was going to do in the future... there is something about a little sister that makes a brother rethink his actions and act right.. after all i was looking up to him.. he was the only one that could defend me when we at school.

I remeber one time i had a dollar in my mouth( for some strange reason) and some bully stole it and ran down the street. so im standing outside crying (my cry was as loud as a siren and otherwise used as a signal for joe to come running and beat down anyone who was messing with me) when he finally figured out why i was crying he shot off through the crowded street and beat down the guy victorusly (sp?) saved my dollar. he wasked me him everyday after school and even though he made fun of me and beat me up sometimes he would defend me at the drop of a hat.

I could tell joe was proud of me.. mostly because all his friends knew and respected me. but because everyone knew what i was doing.. everytime i would come home ppl on the street would come up to me and ask how was my classes and did i meet anyone famous in atlanta. everyone knoew me as "lil joe" on the streets and i didnt mind because it was either that or they jack up my name so bad i wouldnt answer.

Joe graduated for highschool and didnt go to college but for one semester... i dont know if he feels bad about it but college isnt for everyone. just like i told my father... college is for people like me who dont know what they want to do. thats why libreal arts colleges teach you a lil bit of everyhting.. anyways joe is a genious at math. i thnk he should do something like finance or accounting or stock market or somethign like that ....

oh well thats joe...