stovebolts
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I just found out... it's my step brother and I am about a month and a half older than him, but I consider him as my brother. We met when I was 8 or 9. We had our first fight when about the same time. My Dad sat us in the living room across from one another and after our lecture, said, that the bigger man should go over and shake the others hand.. as I got the stare.
So I got up, walked across the room and as my brother held out his hand, I sucker punched him in the gut.
Such was our relationship through the years, but I loved him as a brother anyway and even though we fought a lot growing up, we had a lot of good times too. Way more good times than bad for sure.
I remember sitting in our basement getting ready for school. We were always stoned and our weekends were full of alcohol and more weed. Actually, the only earthquake Spokane Wa. ever had that I can remember, we were in the basement getting stoned... Didn't even know we were in an earthquake.
My brother never did get away from drug use and it only escalated. Sure, he held a job for many, many years. I suppose you could have called him a functioning alcoholic / drug abuser, but a few years ago it kind of caught up with him and he finally lost his job, played the unemployment card and when that ran out, he sobered up enough to get another job, but it didn't last.
I saw him last summer when I went back to Spokane and he didn't look right. He's a pretty big guy... about 6 foot and around 215, but solid, not fat. Last summer he looked like a shell and I don't think he was a pound over a buck 60 and his eyes were sinking in. My Dad said it was the oxycotton that he was shooting.
So I just found out that he's in ICU for bacterial endocarditis, which I believe is directly linked to his drug abuse (injections) and if he survives, they will need to do open heart surgery. Honesty, I'm just not sure.
About a month ago I found out through Facebook that a good friend of mine had also died a few years ago to drug abuse.
I hate drugs...
So I got up, walked across the room and as my brother held out his hand, I sucker punched him in the gut.
Such was our relationship through the years, but I loved him as a brother anyway and even though we fought a lot growing up, we had a lot of good times too. Way more good times than bad for sure.
I remember sitting in our basement getting ready for school. We were always stoned and our weekends were full of alcohol and more weed. Actually, the only earthquake Spokane Wa. ever had that I can remember, we were in the basement getting stoned... Didn't even know we were in an earthquake.
My brother never did get away from drug use and it only escalated. Sure, he held a job for many, many years. I suppose you could have called him a functioning alcoholic / drug abuser, but a few years ago it kind of caught up with him and he finally lost his job, played the unemployment card and when that ran out, he sobered up enough to get another job, but it didn't last.
I saw him last summer when I went back to Spokane and he didn't look right. He's a pretty big guy... about 6 foot and around 215, but solid, not fat. Last summer he looked like a shell and I don't think he was a pound over a buck 60 and his eyes were sinking in. My Dad said it was the oxycotton that he was shooting.
So I just found out that he's in ICU for bacterial endocarditis, which I believe is directly linked to his drug abuse (injections) and if he survives, they will need to do open heart surgery. Honesty, I'm just not sure.
About a month ago I found out through Facebook that a good friend of mine had also died a few years ago to drug abuse.
I hate drugs...