this morning #778.

this morning, a theme had seemingly emerged out of the fog & shot across my brain. though i thought i’d trained myself to ignore patterns such as these, my training had clearly failed me this time. my line of thinking went like this: every august for the last few years, every time my older brother came to visit, my drinking seriously increased, leaving us dangerously close to being arrested. i just let it happen. every single night, we’d end up at a bar, him trying to pick up random women & pick random fights and me trying to get us out of the plight he’d put us in. tonight, when he got to town, i’d put my foot down. what i say goes. if he chooses to act a fool, the thing that’d go would be him.