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Crackers
Horrifying incidents among a family with a crack addict in the house. His needs seem to be the only thing he concentrates on, regardless of the consequences.
These photos taken around 9/20/02 after an awful beating in the street, where the attackers yelled, you are dead.
Various stories describe "why" this happened. Whether it was a bad drug deal, or a fight over who has more customers, or just a new dude in town showing his power.
Semi-comatose, in the hospital, he speaks of revenge, moving away, and even going straight.
Pictures of the house show disgusting traces of several drug parties, where his friends gathered for a fix and a prostitute. Holes were kicked in the walls to bury their rubbish. Needles, hangers, pens, juice bottles, vinegar, glass tubed crack pipes, copper tubed crack pipes ( off AC units ), many many electrical cord pieces, etc......everywhere to be seen. Needles under the bed, under the stove, lying everywhere. Pills dropped in the floor and even razor blades. Miniature whiskey bottles are used to smoke this stuff in ? Spoons covered with white powder and dozens of cigarette lighters all over the floor. Burned out light bulbs lying around? Hey ! no lights in the house - we had to install a few just to see our way through.
A sickening mess that no one should have to deal with. But what do we do ?
The doctor says he is not mentally ill, nothing we can do there to force rehab.
The law is his friend - he says the cops know him by first name, wave and ride by or are some of them enjoying personal favors from this business?
Who does one turn to if so ?
His little black book is filled with numbers and business cards......some are shocking but does it mean anything? Best to throw it away & see if he starts over again when he is healed from the beating.
After sis and I threw out piles and piles of rubbish, filthy clothing belonging to Lord only knows who, even kid's clothes?? why there?, piles of his used "items", well the little black book was gone......sure, folks came in and out, many curious, am sure many picking up a rock or two that we may not have noticed.
A strange white car followed me near my home that day.....I took a detour just in case and lost it.
That first visit to the hospital seeing him all banged up and swollen like an elephant man, was very sad and weepy, until those stories he told.....I cried even more just seeing what he had done to our old home place that we grew up in. He lives each day for a hit, fix, whatever it's called and the sex party that goes with it. He must be making a fortune as he tells the story, but spends it immediately that day for more crack. His whores keep it going - they do anything for him and their habit.
He talks of dealers who host these parties there, bringing their own lab techs to do the injections - is this sick or what?
Men who call constantly looking for a prostitute - she will go, and invest in her drug habit.
Pawn tickets in the holes of the wall? Do they steal too ?
I must be from another planet, none of this makes sense. This is my youngest brother, whom my children love and adore. No way would he do this without asking for help........would he?
I am thinking there must be someone who can help...someone who cares. There must be a law for this.....am sure he can be stopped and protected from himself.
Once I was pulled over for driving without a seatbelt - laws protect us don't they?
Hello? Anyone out there?
Perhaps God is listening - am sure someone cares.
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