Apr 08, 2006 09:51
Oh wait, nevermind. He just *looks* like Hayduke.
... That's right, ladies and gents. My little brother got out of the hoosegow last night. They called and told Dad to come pick him up. So he did, against his better judgment.
When they got home, Mark immediately walked out the front door. And my father couldn't do anything to stop it.
Several hours later, Dad gets this phone call from the local emergency room.
Seems the police had deposited Mark there after picking him up at a local apartment complex. My brother had gone out and scored some meth -- then decided to walk door to door, babbling incoherently and yanking down his pants for whoever answered his knock at each residence.
Wooooo! Sex! Drugs! Random public exposure!! Let the good times (and the schizophrenic delusions) roll!
[Sigh... banging head against wall]
I love my family. I really do.