There’s a time in your life where you realize that you haven’t lived life to your fullest. You realize that you’ve been playing it safe in hopes that you don’t get hurt. Well that time…that time just happened to me. Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. How rude of me. You don’t even know who I am and here I am rambling about stuff. Let’s start with introductions shall we? Hi. My name is Spencer Carlin. I’m 17 and I live in Los Angeles, CA. The City of Angels. I have the standard family…two brothers, a mom, and a dad. Let’s start with my brothers. Their names are Clay and Glen Carlin. Clay is 18, and we adopted him into our picture perfect family when he was 8. He’s really supportive and definitely takes the award for favorite brother. Although that’s not exactly hard when you have a biological brother like Glen. Glen is also 18, but he’s an ass. He’s your typical womanizing jock. Now onto my parents. We’ll start with my mother. She’s a doctor and also the reason we moved out here to LA. She was offered a position at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the state of California. She’s very religious and follows the bible to a tee. Moving on to my dad. He’s a social worker, he loves to cook, and is ½ of my support system. The other half being Clay. He’s very open minded so he’s pretty much the opposite of my mother. Which makes me wonder how they’re still together. Oh well, I guess opposites attract. Anyway, now that the introductions are done…let’s start with my story shall we?