Time with my brother

My brother lost his Driver License, like for the millionth time for DUI and the 'whatnots'. Not a proud thing. Hubby let me help them run errands for the day. He doesn't like that, but my brother agreed there will be NO ALCOHOL. So, Grandson was the pawn for make sure there's no misbehaving. Aii, and we all behaved like angels. ~Wow~


He is a taller version of my dad. I wish I was into photography when my father was alive. I really don't have good pictures of him. Now, this man.. my brother... he never got disciplined (my father wouldn't allow it, it was his son and no one was to get after him and this meant my mom.) and he never had any sense of responsiblities. Same with my sister, she was the princess and she was too fragile to do anything... so I was the slave because I'm the mistake and constant reminder of my mom infidelity.

Story: I've almost lost my brother numerous times..

About 15 years ago, I found him and flew him to our home in Las Vegas, NV. Well, on his recovery from Alcohol (I didn't drink back then and I dispised it) I had asked him one hot (about triple digits) afternoon if he could trim down the backyard trees. Since he always been a hardworker, he went. Now, I didn't know alcoholic have bad withdrawls like druggies back then. I was inside the house, after so long.. something kept telling me to look out the window. I ignored it for a bit, but it just bothered me.. I looked and saw nothing to be worried about and went back to my studies. Again that feeling kept bothering me.. I looked again.. both times I didn't see my brother in the backyard.. I just thought maybe he was in the driveway or on the side.. Again the feeling just kept getting worse.. like an anxiety feeling. I was getting upset.. I looked, nothing.. I went out and called out for my brother, he didn't respond. I just thought maybe he went for a walk.. but something kept pushing me to the corner where the hedges were.. I just let it pull me in that direction.. there I saw his shoe sticking out.. I thought that's strange, why would he take his shoe off like that? But I saw his other shoe.. I quickly walked over there and called his name louder. I ran over and there he was, foam coming out of his mouth. I ran over and grabbed the hose and hosed him, and I ran back in the house and got the pitcher of cold water and dumped it on him.. I was petrified! We didn't have insurance for him, and I didn't know anything about him. I called a good friend of ours, he's a doctor and explained to him my brother was an alcoholic and he's passed out from the heat.. He told me the what to do's.. and I kept my brother cool, and when he started coming around I helped him back inside the house. I have to say... I was kinda scared of him.. "kinda"?? I was scared of him.. he looked like he could attack me... Ain't nothing worse than someone crazy... it's like a wild ride.. he was like big in muscular sense.. And he didn't know who or where he was.. I really thought about calling for an ambulance, but my friend said, that's all they're gonna do with him, is keep him cooled. And then he just gave me the how-to's and taking cautionary steps til he fully recovers from heatstroke.

A year or so later he went back to Denver and he got all mouth with some gangbanger and he got shot a few times, a couple in the stomach. We didn't think he was going to make it. But sure enough he was home helping out with the farm. I was thankful.

About five years ago, he worked as one of those window washers in Los Angeles. He fell five stories and broke every single bones and fractured his skull badly. He was out. After months later, he got mugged and got beat badly by few men. Again back in the hospital.

Last year, I got a call from a friend of his in Phoenix. He was crying and he said my brother got hit by a bus and he was gone. They had been drinking and smoking weed. He crossed the street but my brother didn't make it and got hit. He flew up in the air and landed on his head so there was no way he made it.. I cried and cried, and later I found out he was gonna make it. Back to the legs.. he's left side was paralyzed and his legs were out. Well, today he walks and uses his left side.. he recovered. I tell him, don't you think you have a purpose in this life to be drinking so much??? I worry about him, but I can't change him.


I took pictures of his girlfriend while we were waiting for him. I can tell she isn't really into getting her pictures taken. But O well.. She's fun to hang with. As long as I've known her, she's been good. This is Mickey's Mom. I wish I had her thick long hair, it's beautiful.

The other lady in the picture is her sister. She has a 5.0 Mustang. Dang! Rather than chatting the BS slang, I was eyeballin her car.

This use to be my favorite spot at home. Whenever I was bored and wanted to daydream this is where I sat and looked down. This is what you see from the hill, our farm. Hay in the front, veggies and crap to the left, cows and horses in the back. Sometimes, the livestock ran by the river to the right.

I'd throw rocks, or run down the hill, jump down and roll.. it was a kiddie thing to do. Ya know, like baby goats or sheep. Since I was a sheepherder, I learn to hop, jump, and run like them.. surefooted... and I use to run up the hill... slide down the steep areas like a slide on a playground.. or ski down.. it was loads of fun.. But yeahh.. this was my favorite spot when I was a kid. So there I was last evening, reminiscing....