Monday, July 2, 2007


My brother is a less-than-productive individual, and hardly your average law-abiding citizen. He is a high school dropout, and a three-time tech school dropout. He's on his second strike with the state of Georgia, can't get a job, and is in EXTREME debt. He has had problems with certain substances for as long as I can remember. He is currently living at my parents' home, doing just short of nothing (he helps my father with outdoor work on occasion). My parents not only supply him with food and shelter in a rent-free environment, but they also finance his pack-a-day nicotine habit. I live at home as well, but have been gainfully employed (more or less) since I was 15 years old, and I have a college degree. I don't need to go into the job search. Anyways, here's what I'm leading up to. My mother calls me as I'm finishing up at work and tells me that Eric is out of cigarettes. She asks me to pick up a pack for him on the ay home. Here's the deal: I told my brother from day one when he was at the Mission, I would buy him food, books, soap, etc., but never cigarettes or alcohol. After thinking about it, I told my mom he was just S.O.L. and that I was not going to buy cigarettes for him. Did I do the right thing here? My mother lays a subtle guilt trip on me, like I should just have bought the cigarettes, but I'm sorry. I'm not going to do it. Ever.