The Brady Bunch

fence life with a dog, two parents, and a big house with a red door has been a way to pass the time in my less than ideal life. Why do I imagine a family outside of my own? My family is pathetic. While I dream of my family being similar to the Brady Bunch, the tragic reality is, we are nothing like a sitcom family. My only family is my drunk, druggy, prostitute mother, who is not exactly the ideal person to bring to an elementary school career day. My mother, whom I call by her first name,…