Yesterday I found out that another of my brothers (I have three of the fuckers) is an alcoholic. The other night he got followed home from the bar by police, paramedics, and firemen… He got out of his car in front of his house and vomited. They took him to the hospital.

And what did I do with this information? This knowledge that my little brother (the one I like the most) spends 3-4 days a week getting drunk in bars? I called his cell phone and mocked him for one minute and 48 seconds before he hung up on me.

Apparently he’s an angry drunk who screams at people for “disrespecting” him and trying to hide his car keys from him. Oh, yes. He also likes to drive drunk.

I should be worried about him, I suppose… But if he’s not going to be responsible for his own actions, why the fuck should I worry about him? I just think it’s funny. Not “funny-ha ha” of course, it’s “funny-you’re a waste of oxygen just like Matthew and you’re going to end up dead in a ditch.”

I guess that makes me a horrible person… But fuck it. Daniel deserves to be mocked.