Hi friends, how are you today?

My name is Bailey Sarian and today is Monday, which means it's murder, mystery, makeup, Monday.

So I'm in my robe, I'm nice and comfy, because why not?

And today's story has been highly requested, and the main reason why I didn't want to,

I didn't want to do today's story because like, I don't like the guy's face.

He looks like a melting meatball or something. Like I just don't like it.

So I've been avoiding this story, but I finally like jumped into it and

then you guys are crazy because you've been recommending this one and it's sick.

You stick those. I'm just kidding. But other than that, I don't know what I'm doing, so

here I go. Today's story takes place in Portland, Oregon in the 1960s.

They're Jerome Henry Brudos. I think it's Brudos. He was born in Webster, South Dakota on January

1st 1939. Now when he was born, the Great Depression was still, was still happening.

And Jerome's father thought it would be best if the family picked up and moved and hopes to

like find a better life, really. So that's what they did. The family picked up and moved to

Oregon. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of jobs available in Oregon, so the family,

they'd like jumped around a lot. They moved a lot many, many times. And because of this,

Jerry and his older brother, they would switch schools every couple of weeks, it seemed.

And to them, it seemed like nothing was really secure. At one point, Jerry's father ended up

finding work and he was working two jobs, which meant that the kids were at home with their

mother, Eileen. Now Eileen was not the nicest lady. Oh, Nene. It was said that she showed a lot

of resentment and anger towards Jerry, but towards Jerry's older brother, Eileen was very affectionate

and gave him lots of praise. She loved the older brother. He could do no wrong in her eyes.

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