in the midst of half-hearted but better-than-nothing efforts to get a bit better, the ONLY person I thought would never let me down or rip me off has totally fucked me over - namely my brother.
We are both dependent, at least psychologically, on Dexamphetamine pills, and since neither of us has a script, these always have to bought at exhorbitant cost from dealers.
All last week, he was staying here, and I paid for at least $300 worth of Dex for him, plus his food, his cigarettes, his cab fares, his GP and pharmacist bills...the understanding was that he'd reimburse me when he got his dole (ie tomorrow). Also, a mutual friend had said I could have a bottle of 100 Dex for $350, which is $150 less than the normal price. My brother is like, "don't worry, I'll help you to buy the bottle ..." and even though he'd already had about half a bottle that week entirely at my expense, I said he could have another 50 if he made sure I'd have the $350 for the guy selling them....
Well, my brother's payday was imminent, and I was all but cleaned out. So he threw a total shit fit over nothing, said every horrible thing he could think of to me, amd then stormed out (taking electronic device for the gate in my block of flats with him, which was a crowning asshole touch, since I have a bad knee and now have to climb over gate to get in and out).
Last night my father, who owns this shithole in which I live, rings me from my brother's phone: screams at me that he's going to evict me for not paying him rent. I usually pay him $100 per f/night and he's lucky to get that, since the place is so run down and the electrics are so unsafe that he'd never be able to legally rent it to anyone else. The toilet leaks, there's practically no hot water ... It's a squat, basically.
I hung up in terror (my dad is a very scary alcoholic) and then tried to call Dad back on his own phone, which is a landline. My number has been blocked, which can only be my brother ...my old dad wouldn't even know how to block someone's number,nor would he want to block me, if I was calling about paying his rent.
I called up guy who was going to sell me bottle: he's now selling it to my brother, who will be cashed up tomorrow. I had to beg the guy to come over here and sell me just a few because I have to see a lawyer tomorrow about criminal compo and have no idea of how I'll manage to keep the appt without a few tablets.
I am not only pissed off at being burned, but broken hearted: I thought my brother was the only person I could trust.
We are both dependent, at least psychologically, on Dexamphetamine pills, and since neither of us has a script, these always have to bought at exhorbitant cost from dealers.
All last week, he was staying here, and I paid for at least $300 worth of Dex for him, plus his food, his cigarettes, his cab fares, his GP and pharmacist bills...the understanding was that he'd reimburse me when he got his dole (ie tomorrow). Also, a mutual friend had said I could have a bottle of 100 Dex for $350, which is $150 less than the normal price. My brother is like, "don't worry, I'll help you to buy the bottle ..." and even though he'd already had about half a bottle that week entirely at my expense, I said he could have another 50 if he made sure I'd have the $350 for the guy selling them....
Well, my brother's payday was imminent, and I was all but cleaned out. So he threw a total shit fit over nothing, said every horrible thing he could think of to me, amd then stormed out (taking electronic device for the gate in my block of flats with him, which was a crowning asshole touch, since I have a bad knee and now have to climb over gate to get in and out).
Last night my father, who owns this shithole in which I live, rings me from my brother's phone: screams at me that he's going to evict me for not paying him rent. I usually pay him $100 per f/night and he's lucky to get that, since the place is so run down and the electrics are so unsafe that he'd never be able to legally rent it to anyone else. The toilet leaks, there's practically no hot water ... It's a squat, basically.
I hung up in terror (my dad is a very scary alcoholic) and then tried to call Dad back on his own phone, which is a landline. My number has been blocked, which can only be my brother ...my old dad wouldn't even know how to block someone's number,nor would he want to block me, if I was calling about paying his rent.
I called up guy who was going to sell me bottle: he's now selling it to my brother, who will be cashed up tomorrow. I had to beg the guy to come over here and sell me just a few because I have to see a lawyer tomorrow about criminal compo and have no idea of how I'll manage to keep the appt without a few tablets.
I am not only pissed off at being burned, but broken hearted: I thought my brother was the only person I could trust.