Description: My brother has done drugs, and I know he still smokes pot at least. I once had to put him in bed when he came home totally wasted. He walked around naked, which was a scary sight considering the shit he put me through when I was 4. Doesn't matter anymore. We are still siblings and have love between us. :) He just scares me sometimes. I woudn't expect any less, and although I think lowly of him from time to time, I also think highly of him.
Said the Druggie to His Sister -------------------------------------------
I don't know why YOU'RE trippin'.
I'm doing the drugs here, remember?
What's your problem anyway?
Don't freak, lil sis.
Mom and Dad will never know.
and they neglect us.
That's what Social Services said, too.
I'm not doing anything wrong.
This way, I'm free.
Nothing can get to me.
Nothing at all.
Really, don't freak out.
It's just a couple pills every now and again.
A bit of harmless substance in this vein right here.
A joint or two most nights.
I get my fuck on.
It's full of all the things people tell themselves to reconcile their own actions, to push off the misery. I don't know why we do this to ourselves or to others. Why there's such discontent...why we try to place reason and blame when neither make a difference. Why we lie to ourselves.
Your narrative tone in this is excellent. I don't have anything to critique. I just wanted to respond/react to what you put out here.