My brother...
...the biggest idiot I've ever had the displeasure to come in contact with. I can't stand him, and I don't give a damn if that makes me a bad person or banishes me to hell. That's right everyone, it's one of those posts, so brace yourselves.
So my brother supposedly went to a store, whose name I won't mention, to fill out an application. But apparently after he was through there he went to one of his drug friend's homes to get something he stole from our father back. Well, the cops raided the place, and my brother's drug friend was inside my bro's car with him and with some drugs, so both were arrested. Now my brother's due in court tomorrow, and my mom, once again, is going to help him by getting him another lawyer. It's a continous cycle, where she bails him out of any trouble he's in, yet again, and he'll continue doing the same idiotic stunts, yet again, once all of this blows over. He'll be bouncing around the house tomorrow and beyond, acting like a delightfully happy pussy, as if nothing had ever happend, and in a few months he'll be in trouble again. God, I hate living in this hell hole I'm forced to call home, I hate being around my brother, seeing his goddam face, hearing his goddam voice, knowing I'm in the same time zone with his goddam self. I'd never do anything to physically harm him or anyone else for that matter, but I'll be damned if that means I'll ever like him, let alone love him.
So my brother supposedly went to a store, whose name I won't mention, to fill out an application. But apparently after he was through there he went to one of his drug friend's homes to get something he stole from our father back. Well, the cops raided the place, and my brother's drug friend was inside my bro's car with him and with some drugs, so both were arrested. Now my brother's due in court tomorrow, and my mom, once again, is going to help him by getting him another lawyer. It's a continous cycle, where she bails him out of any trouble he's in, yet again, and he'll continue doing the same idiotic stunts, yet again, once all of this blows over. He'll be bouncing around the house tomorrow and beyond, acting like a delightfully happy pussy, as if nothing had ever happend, and in a few months he'll be in trouble again. God, I hate living in this hell hole I'm forced to call home, I hate being around my brother, seeing his goddam face, hearing his goddam voice, knowing I'm in the same time zone with his goddam self. I'd never do anything to physically harm him or anyone else for that matter, but I'll be damned if that means I'll ever like him, let alone love him.