muertevilla
Sidekick
- Joined
- Aug 10, 2006
- Messages
- 1,051
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
This past Xmas I spent with my family back home in good ol' Texas. It was pretty warm so we Bar-B-Qued and had family over. Everyone had a good time, but my brother started drinking pretty early. By the time things were winding down about 11ish he was already pretty buzzed. I had to drive back to Portland the next day so I declinded his offer to go hit up some bars. Everyone leaves and I go to sleep. He wakes me up at about 2:30AM, pi$$ drunk, and asks me, "Are you ready to throw down? You got my back?" Then he starts telling me he got into it at the bar with one of our mutual friends and he wanted to drive to the guys house. I had no idea what was going on, but to keep him from driving, I told him I would drive him there. The place was right around the corner and it turned out to be my friend Dario's house. They have been friends forever and just got into a drunken fight that they weren't going to remember the next day. Everything was settled and I took my brother back home. He stumbled out of my truck and got his keys and went to his truck. He was so drunk he couldn't even open his truck door. I pulled him back and asked him to just go inside. It was already like 3:30AM by this point. He told me, "I'm going to Mexico. If I die, make sure I get a fire fighter's funeral." I told him he was being stupid and to just go inside and sleep it off. This is a border town in Texas so Mexico is right across the river. He wasn't giving up his keys and he wouldn't listen to reason. He got in his truck and swerved off and away.
THE GUILTY PART:
As he drove off I got an ugly feeling in my stomach. Where my brother was heading was this place deep in the city of Acuña, Coahuila MEX know only as "Boyz Town". Basically its 3 strip clubs that also serve as brothels. At 3:30AM, drunk, and with about $400 in his pocket in cash he was going there. I couldn't get the feeling that something bad was about to happen and I didn't do enough to stop him. So I called the police. I described his truck and told them where he was heading. They caught him a few blocks away from the International Bridge and his fire cheif was called and he took my brother home. Being from a small town has it's benefits when it comes to run-ins with the law. My brother didn't get a DWI or anything, but he did get put on a probationary period with his fire chief and is being forced into a 12 step program if he wants to keep working as a fire fighter. When they brought him home he had urinated on himself and was totally trashed. My mom cried. He cried. I just stood there hoping I didn't mess everything up. A large part of me knows I did the right thing.. But I still feel guilty for calling the cops. WHY????????
THE GUILTY PART:
As he drove off I got an ugly feeling in my stomach. Where my brother was heading was this place deep in the city of Acuña, Coahuila MEX know only as "Boyz Town". Basically its 3 strip clubs that also serve as brothels. At 3:30AM, drunk, and with about $400 in his pocket in cash he was going there. I couldn't get the feeling that something bad was about to happen and I didn't do enough to stop him. So I called the police. I described his truck and told them where he was heading. They caught him a few blocks away from the International Bridge and his fire cheif was called and he took my brother home. Being from a small town has it's benefits when it comes to run-ins with the law. My brother didn't get a DWI or anything, but he did get put on a probationary period with his fire chief and is being forced into a 12 step program if he wants to keep working as a fire fighter. When they brought him home he had urinated on himself and was totally trashed. My mom cried. He cried. I just stood there hoping I didn't mess everything up. A large part of me knows I did the right thing.. But I still feel guilty for calling the cops. WHY????????