Riiiight...

I so forgot to write about this. So I thought lets write before I forget.

So the other day on my way to work, I walk out to my car to find my dad sitting in his truck. Kinda surprised to see him sitting there I waved to him, and then he rolled down his window.

He glances up at Bretts bedroom window to see if its open then back at me, and whispers "Brett told us he was going to go to court today and tell the judge to put him in jail cause he just can't kick his addiction."

I replied with a unenthuisastic "Yeah, i'll drop dead when that happens."

Surprised by my reaction he rolled up his window and went on his way. I make my merry way to work, then after the usual 10 hrs of work, I come home after work to find *SURPRISE* my brother passed out on one of the love seats upstairs.

Wow, I am SO shocked. I bet you, he told that judge and the judge just didn't listen to him. Dang that pesky judge. We'll get that wascally Bwett one day!