Dawg I know it's me and i have elite personal problems like a bozo that nobody wants to hear, but I am terrified for my brother once again. We were at a wedding this past weekend which I discouraged him to go to, bc he's so not like that to be in that environment, but it's his best friend from high school so I cut it a break, and you know we're adults so I can't really make decisions about his behavior, but sure enough he passed out and puked blood all over the ground in front of the venue and I had to to go to the emergency room for the seventh time in a year and a half. Nothing ever changes. He's still sadly addicted, and I still do what I can, but homegirl, I'm running out of resources. I'm lost about how to deal with this shit.















