So, my brother's finally admitting that he needs a psyciatrist ... after a traumatic event that happened to him last week on an 'army related' job. Aparently, he was guarding the Canadian border and some guy charged the gate in a car and he had to shoot at him and he got freaked out by it. He wasn't alone, other men fired on the car and killed the driver. Not only do I think the American government is BEYOND IDIOTIC to give my brother a gun, let alone a license to fire it, this in itself makes it so blaringly obviously wrong that ... I don't know what to say.
I don't believe a fucking word of it. I guess it's hard to really say this since none of you know my brother, but I don't trust a single fucking word that comes out of his mouth, and I'm bloody sick of hearing about his non stop lies. I wish my parents would leave me the fuck out of it, because they're the morons who think that they'll find a cure for him, that he'll turn out all right. We could be finacially secure right now if it wasn't for the fact that my dad has to pay for my brothers rent, electricity and cable bills just because we can't let him back in the house and he's got nowhere else to live and can't keep a job. This in turn keeps my parents from money that used to go towards a family vacation. We haven't had one in 7 years. No wonder my parents are jealous whenever I bring up going to a convention. That's why I stop telling them that I'm going out of state, because I get the jealous treatment and I'm sick of it.
It's a fucking cycle of non stop shit. I know I've said it in the past, but I'd love to call the cops on my brother and just have him arrested. In jail, he'll be fed, clothed, and have a place to stay that isn't costing our own family thousands of dollars every month. Money that should be for my dad, not for a dead beat son that has tarnished his family name.
God damn, get me the fuck out of here.