I went to the gym, made a post in the off topics section right before I left, had to be back at the house 7:30… was getting picked up. I was late, which is unusual, was arriving exactly at 7:30 and saw my landlady returned early… and she was getting out of the car… she was taller and walking faster than usual… walk from the side of the house to the front, definitely wasn’t her.
So I follow her to the front porch, loud knocking, yelling her name. That door doesn’t open for nothing, I goota take if off the hinges soon to figure out why, just stopped opening a month ago.
So I yell out “Can I help you?”.
This guy is hooded, dark… can only make out he is white. He said yeah, came to get some money, was broke and she occasionally gives him some. He needed five. I said I had a few bucks, not exactly $5, it was $4 and change.
He yelled out my name startled… which caused me to inspect his face a bit closer… I try not to get too personal with the people asking for charity… was a bully I had back in middle school. Every guy except me and one other kid (he went to private school) was systematically arrested in my neighborhood when Bill Clinton attacked the Steel Mills… they shut down, everyone turned to drugs, kids in 4-5th grade doing heroine. Police locked anyone up they could… and admittedly they were usually given good reason… these kids turned truely evil, cutting eyes out, beating old men for no reason. So when I’m recognized by someone my own age, who is male in my neighborhood, I am sure the fuck not happy to see them. My single advantage is, I’m a Combat Infantry Veteran, and government was nice enough to teach me how to hurt them… none of them went in due to criminal records.
I looked at him, noticed I towered over him, and wrote him off as harmless. Gave him the last bit io change, I recalled his name, Eric… he affirmed it. Sent him on his way cause I still didn’t like how he was creeping about the car.
So I saw no issues with the car, entered the house… she wasn’t there… I calked her, she was with a friend. I told my landlady she had a creepy guy lurking around her car. Caps had just raided the house behind us a few days ago, and three houses down from us in another direction… I’m not too thrilled with my neighborhood right now, but these are mostly out of state people, living out in deeply Democratic areas where people shoot one another daily… they come out here to sell their drugs, then scaddadle back to Chicago. Sometimes they will set up a math lab, but it’s usually the locals who do that stupidity… usually, but not always.
She gets back a half hour late, looks in the car, says her wallet got stolen. I said I told her not to leave it in there. She said it was empty, just expired cards in the glove department… nothing else stolen… wallet was a hand me down gift from a friend, not worth anything… she thought she licked her card, but didn’t apparently.
So we decided not to file a police report, just called the cops. We live very close to the Ohio Border, so I brought her over to eat, I was paying… we calked the police, just wanted to give the name… I could only remember Eric… nothing else, was Googling all over the net for his pic. Nothing… cops refused to accept any info unless we came in (In don’t know why)… I work 11 to 8, so can’t just leave, or wanted the cops showing up, so we went at 10:20 at night to the police department… they don’t have a receptionist anymore, so you gotta make a call on a line outside… two girls walked up, ahead of me… talking on the phone. Someone stole their prescription medicine for their daughter… I phased them out, cause it’s not my business.
Then they got off, and we said we would just wait, tell the cops after her. I said I only heard the beginning… did she have Ger stuff stolen out of her car too? We know who he likely was if that was the case. No… they said it was from their house, and knew exactly who it was… the name was my younger brother!
This kicked me hard in the gut. My second younger brother and sister both became Heroine Addicts after I left out west. It was during the transition from Blue to Red State… drugs was still readily available on the streets, the public officials took the wrong approach to crime, politicians were seedy, more concerned about unions than people. They got caught up in the tail-end of it, so did a few hundred others their age, in.a small town. We didn’t have a direction or future then.
He passed his jail sentence, was put in rehabilitation and got a trade, but wasn’t allowed to work in it after he got out due to his record… laying fiber optic cables. Worked as a maintence guy… was putting on weight again (not fat, just not deathly skinny). I had assumed recidivism was a high possibility, and told him outright I assumed one statistically, if not both, would die from a relapse. He said it wasn’t going to be him… I hoped it wasn’t.
Well… fastforeward back to tonight, my landlady is going on and on about a wallet with nothing of value in it, I get a aching desire to go find him before 11, and physically hurt him. Break his arms so he can’t steal drugs anymore. I keep nudging her once they recognize who he is to go… I really wants go… really, really wanna go.
So we race up to his house… I recalled the drugs she said he stole, 54 out of a 60 pact, was ADHD drugs… he had ADHD as a child (little bit as a adult)… I remember he was on ridalline and adderol (more than likely misspelled them) as a kid on and off.
I start knocking on the door, they know me from when I visit my nephew… my old step dad and his fiance, her 16 year old daughter… said most politely I need to see my brother Ricky… just found out about something he was involved in from a visit to the police department moments before.
Well… turns out they had just 20 minutes earlier had the visit by the girl, screaming for him, knowing he stole their daughters medicine. He was kicked out of the house, already had his parole revoked, was due back into jail in a week. They said his face was changing… I didn’t ask for specifics, implied he was back on drugs… so came to the conclusion I wouldn’t break his fucking arms off in front of them. He wasn’t there.
I told them what I knew, and left.
We got back to the house, Eric was nice enough to drop the wallet back off at the Backdoor. Apparently my good Christian donation inspired him to return a useless wallet.
So what came of this? I discovered in real time almost, my brother, who I only talk to rarely, transformed back into a drug using werewolf, and is on the lam… as we speak likely running naked in the woods or some distant farm… because I spotted someone else completely unrelated to my brother steal from us… and had the bad fucking luck to hear the police report… at the same time we were giving info. From my charity, the guy was shamed into returning the wallet… but from my charity, I found out my brother has a very high possibility of arrest, homelessness (he is not like me, homelessness can destroy him), and is running around like a werewolf… tonight, and I gotta stay up all night to boot, can’t hunt his ass down, stuck her doing my job.
So… I’m told nothing is a coincidence by priests. I want to say this to God, and his mellow dramatic approach to doing this shit, Fuck You!
Honestly… did you have to give me these little mazes and riddles, and 180° turn of events. Within two hours it went from my land lady tearing up and me consoling her, to everything working out on her end, and my life being flipped upside down. Honestly… Fuck you for that news flash. I didn’t need to know how it went down as they filed the police report. Fucking Bullshit Dude.
Strangest part is, he has ADHD… crack head, stole a bunch of Adderol. I looked it up, it has amphetamine in it… but like, it’s used to calm guys down… help them concentrate… but also gives people a high.
So… is he snorting this shit in some hovel getting high? Or is he snorting this shit and sobering up, unable to get high cause it’s mellowing him out? He took enough to kill him. You take that many of anything save sugar pills, it will send you into seizures.
My fucking Brother. Very fucking funny God… absolutely improbable I could find out this way, great way to reinstall faith, but honestly, go fuck yourself if this is how you choose to send your signs. Not funny at all, not a miracle. He is going to jail, if not dying from this. I do your work, and you trade me back like this.