Thanks to this thread, I realized it was my Mom's birthday soon and I should probably call her and what not. We speak maybe once or twice a month tops and I've only been out to see her twice in the last 10 years. /Shitty son oner.
I called her tonight and wish her happy birthday and all we ended up talking about was my scum bag step-brother who was dealing and smoking meth out of one of her rental properties that her and her husband were kind enough to let him live in to "get on his feet" after a run of bad luck (read:meth) and a short stay in county.
Long story short (pay attention to this part DAO), they decided to call the drug task force on him so they could get him hemmed up, out of the house and get the help he needs. From what she said this little fuck is still there and the "jakes" never picked him up.
Needless to say, I'm mad pissed, and being half-way across the country from all this bullshit is not making it any easier. My Mom is the nicest lady in the world (aren't they all) and a fucking pushover, so she's not going to be confrontational with this kid, plus she's getting older and shouldn't be dealing with this bullshit. I'm seriously contemplating making an unannounced visit to the Midwest this week to straighten this shit out myself.
But yeah, I guess family is important thanks for reminding me protester.
Thank you and goodnight.