The Backslide of the Wombmate

I've been trying to track down this badass Falstaff lamp that has been in my parents' basement for like twenty years.  I texted my bro about it, and he texted me back that he was not at home.  In fact, dad had kicked him out of the house for an undetermined amount of time because my bro pawned the playstation that my folks bought him for his birthday. 

He asked me if he could stay here, but I said, "No.  I'm not going to enable you.  Plus, I have nice things I have worked hard for, and I don't want you stealing from me."

He pleaded with me that it was cold out and he didn't want to sleep in a car (whose car, I have no idea).  I held strong.

He texted me again the next day, pleading again.  I said, NO.

Then I texted him today, the third day, and I told him that if he was not high and not puking, then he could stay here tonight.  And he would have to leave at 630am when I went to work because I didn't want him in my house while I'm away.  We exchanged a few texts, but I haven't heard from him for several hours.

I was really upset by all this, and I spoke to my mom and got the whole story.

Scott pawned the television and the Playstaion.  My dad went and got them both back.  Scott took them both and pawned them again.  My dad went and only got the television back and told my brother to get out.  He was sick as hell all weekend at their house.  Puking everywhere and screaming/hallucinating.  Just awful.  I love my brother so much!  But I hate what his addiction has done to make him do terrible things.  I still pray to St. Maximilian Kolbe.  I ask him to please be near my brother and help him find the strength to overcome his addiction.  I was worried all last night that my brother might freeze (although it didn't get THAT cold, just in the twenties), or that he might overdose on purpose.  It makes me really upset to think about it all, and I find comfort in calling on the patron saint.

I saw my mom today, and she told me that Scott didn't check in with his parole officer two days ago, so maybe he was trying to get picked up on purpose.  Jail is at least warm, and they will feed him two Hot Pockets everyday.