My big brother, Oh brother!

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My big brother got let out of the hospital last night. We didn't find this out until the next day, that is, This Sunday, February 12, 2017. He called our friend who was visiting us and asked for somebody named 'B', a female, someone I do not know and for the record the name has been removed for security reasons. Our friend replied, "No, sorry to disappoint you but you dialed the wrong number." It turns out that he thought he, my big brother, had dialed his dealer. For what? More cocaine I presume. But even though he was told by everyone that doing any more cocaine was a bad idea and that the next time he might not just be taken to the hospital, maybe to the morgue. It pains me deeply to see him destroying his life with drugs but his cravings are so strong that they seem to dominate him every day. The reason I think he did go get drugs is that he drove his car away from the house and I could see him getting into his car. He lives just one block down the street. You might ask, so? he might be going to the store to pick up some fried chicken nuggets, right? No, wrong! He is flat broke, at least he said so to everyone else. But if he is broke, literally, that won't keep the dealer from fronting him some. That is their way of keeping up with demand. Next time he will have to pay back with either more money or his life. Our friend warned me against calling the police because he is afraid the dealer would or her connections might want to take revenge if there was a bust. So to keep from being killed by a drug lord, I have to maintain silence and watch as my older brother continues to do business with those sorry low life bums.