Truce
I had a very serious conversation with my brother yesterday and I think it might've done some good. He wasn't such a jerk afterwards (I didn't say he was nice, just not as mean).
When the two girls that have their prom this weekend came over with their mom to pick up their dresses, he wasn't completely horrible (although he did keep hitting on their mom, but she didn't mind so I guess it's not that bad). I was happy with his not so horrible behavior and I was even more happy when I got a check for $2,500 ($1,000 per dress and $500 for the alterations I had to make because they decided to go anorexic and lost a few pounds). Working my ass off pays well.
After they left, my brother asked if he could use my car. I told him no, and he didn't try to steal my car again (I think it was because I told him I was serious about reporting the car stolen if he pulled another crazy stunt). He kept asking every five minutes, but he didn't act upon his desire to drive my shiny new Jag and lock me in the closet or something.
When Indy came home from work, it was a little awkward. My brother didn't remember Indy from the night before (because he had been drunk and didn't even remember coming home) so it was a bit of a shock to him when Mike heard keys jingle and Indy came through the door. At first I thought my brother was going to get up and attack Indy, but he just stayed sat back down when he saw me give him a dirty look while I was standing with a knife in my hand because I was cooking.
I was worried about leaving my brother alone in my apartment since we were going to midnight showing of the new Indiana Jones movie (awesome). Around seven, my brother called a cab and went who knows were but said he'd probably be home late. That made me free to enjoy my night at the movies with Indy. I loved the movie (Indy going in full Indiana Jones gear and looking smoking hot added to the wonderful movie watching experience).
Of course, we got home, and my brother was nowhere to be found. I called him a few times just to make sure he was still alive and him sending me to voice mail after two rings was a sign that his finger was still working (therefore, proving he was alive). Indy and I fell asleep on the couch and heard Mike stumble in at about four o'clock in the morning. He was drunk again. I couldn't help but think there might not be a witness he needed to talk to and that he came here for some other reason (possibly to get away from his wife, kids, and work to party). Whatever the reason, I need to find out.
When the two girls that have their prom this weekend came over with their mom to pick up their dresses, he wasn't completely horrible (although he did keep hitting on their mom, but she didn't mind so I guess it's not that bad). I was happy with his not so horrible behavior and I was even more happy when I got a check for $2,500 ($1,000 per dress and $500 for the alterations I had to make because they decided to go anorexic and lost a few pounds). Working my ass off pays well.
After they left, my brother asked if he could use my car. I told him no, and he didn't try to steal my car again (I think it was because I told him I was serious about reporting the car stolen if he pulled another crazy stunt). He kept asking every five minutes, but he didn't act upon his desire to drive my shiny new Jag and lock me in the closet or something.
When Indy came home from work, it was a little awkward. My brother didn't remember Indy from the night before (because he had been drunk and didn't even remember coming home) so it was a bit of a shock to him when Mike heard keys jingle and Indy came through the door. At first I thought my brother was going to get up and attack Indy, but he just stayed sat back down when he saw me give him a dirty look while I was standing with a knife in my hand because I was cooking.
I was worried about leaving my brother alone in my apartment since we were going to midnight showing of the new Indiana Jones movie (awesome). Around seven, my brother called a cab and went who knows were but said he'd probably be home late. That made me free to enjoy my night at the movies with Indy. I loved the movie (Indy going in full Indiana Jones gear and looking smoking hot added to the wonderful movie watching experience).
Of course, we got home, and my brother was nowhere to be found. I called him a few times just to make sure he was still alive and him sending me to voice mail after two rings was a sign that his finger was still working (therefore, proving he was alive). Indy and I fell asleep on the couch and heard Mike stumble in at about four o'clock in the morning. He was drunk again. I couldn't help but think there might not be a witness he needed to talk to and that he came here for some other reason (possibly to get away from his wife, kids, and work to party). Whatever the reason, I need to find out.
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