OK a real entry now…
You know that family member that nobody likes to talk about? it’s my brother in mine.
It must be said that he is an alcoholic. He knows it and goes to AA and stuff. He has a long and storied history at the ripe old age of 26. I’m going to leave it at that.
He was here last weekend, apparently for the Dropkick Murphys show. His girlfriend flew up from California to attend it with him and so that they could see each other. He asked me if I could get the price on the Motel 6 just up the street here so I did. I offered to pick him up from the airport but no, he’d rather take the bus so I let him. Well he couldn’t find the right bus so I went and picked them up at Gateway TC. Well he said he’d been away from the Notre Dame football game long enough so he couldn’t be bothered with, you know, food. I told him to get the room and I’d take the gf for some chow. So he goes in and I run her up to Burgerville. She was happy with her huckleberry shake, I hope the burger was tasty too. Funny moment: she said, and I quote: You know what you have here that is SO awesome? Pie.
So I get her some food and drive her back to the hotel-she thanked me the whole way there and back, like I was going to let her starve when the Ville is spitting distance? No. Anyway. I took her back and did some other running around. Then I remembered that I bought movie tickets for him and I forgot to give them to him. So I called him and said I’d be dropping them off. I get there and he opens the door with a beer in his hand. Here’s the resulting train of thought:
Beer? No…he wouldn’t. But no other can looks like Budweiser. no. Oh no. sigh. no! Oh hayulllllllllll no. Hell TO THE no! He is NOT. He so is. That little fucker. What does it take?
So I asked him if it was beer. His answer?
Yeah…I know. But I’m on vacation.
OK, when *I* am on vacation I might eat something that isn’t the best for me, but it doesn’t make me mean and it doesn’t get me arrested. Not the same at ALL.
I know.
So don’t give me that. You can’t drink.
I tried the never drink ever thing and it doesn’t work for me.
Well the drinking thing doesn’t work either.
We continued in this vein for awhile and I gave up.
Then the next day we were supposed to have dinner and we didn’t because I asked him if he was going to drink and he said yes so I told him we (teh Scoot and I) were not going to go. That sucked.
A good friend of mine had his mom pass away recently and I went to the funeral on Wednesday and my brother showed up Saturday. So I was in the midst of a bunch of ‘be there for my family’ feelings and he screwed that up. I was pissed at him twice. Dangit.
Then he got home and found out some of his stuff was gone (as in stolen) and he got to drinkin and he got pissed and he went there and decided to start beatin the guys down that did it and they called the cops (natch) and they showed up and took him home. He got home and drank more and got more mad and went back and ended up breaking a window at their house so the cops picked him up AGAIN and having learned from last time they kept him instead and my mom eventually did bail him out after a night in jail. I talked to him tonight. We have the same conversation again and again. I hope he figures it out eventually. I am tired of this. I agree with my stepdad, he has a disease and I want to help him with that, but he needs to make some kind of effort on his own first. And that effort up till now can only be described as piss-poor.
Anyway.
I’m done ranting for now. I hope this isn’t my last entry for another month. But for now I’m wicked sick and hoping to survive the next week. Stupid sinuses. Yargh.
