Hello my name is Isaac Green and I have a story to tell. I'm an artist, playboy, and my drug of choice is crack. I come from a very religious family. My dad was one of the most famous preachers in the world and now my kid brother is walking in his shoes. I'm not jealous or anything; I just wish things were different. My best friend tells me that I'm in denial and that I'm running. Maybe he's right; I just don't feel I need to explain myself to my little brother. Life is funny how when you think you got it figured out, and you have things under control; something always happens to let you know you don't. Why can't I just reach out to my brother and fix this; it's not his fault what happened. I should have seen it coming. Nothing will ever be the same.
