TTBM: So, we get a call at 3:30 in the morning from my brother. He says he's not drunk, but the cop he's with is inclined to disagree. Luckily, the cop is a nice guy, and there's no DUI, since my brother didn't leave the parking lot.
so dad and I go out to get him and his car, and I drive his friends back home. They provide lighthearted chat, with such remarks as a jovial "You're gonna get fucking REAMED by your dad!" and "Do you know how lucky you are dude? Dude, dude, do you know how lucky you are" and "He's blacked out dude" and"Dude, do you know how LUCKY you are?"
So I get his friends home, and then he and I head home, where dad already is.
My brother goes upstairs to our room, and I go upstairs about a minute later. I hear the blinds crashing about, and I assume it's him being angry and messing shit up.
Nope
He jumped out the window.
to the concrete patio below.
headfirst, it would seem.
had I been a couple seconds quicker I could have wrestled him back in before he got the chance to do so
but c'est la vie, que sera sera, fucking whoops we all make fucking mistakes right?
doesn't seem all that serious
not that we knew at first
he's in the hospital now
I'd like a hug
but right now I'm going back to bed