Just say noâ€¦ha! I can so no to drugs, but what about my brother? I donâ€™t even know who he is anymore. He looks like my brother on the outsideâ€¦well, sorta. He let his hair grow longer and sometimes you canâ€™t see his face. Itâ€™s like heâ€™s hiding from something. He doesnâ€™t want to look you in the eye, but when he doesâ€¦sometimes itâ€™s like heâ€™s not even there, like he doesnâ€™t see you. Thatâ€™s when heâ€™s really strung out. Thatâ€™s when they take him away for a while. Heâ€™s gone to that place a couple of timesâ€¦rehab, they call it. Rehab, as in rehabilitation, as in get well and go home. Yeah, right!
Â Â Â He comes home all right, and for a while itâ€™s like it used to be when we were younger. We play basketball and he takes me places. We have dinner at night and watch T.V. Itâ€™s like weâ€™re all trying so hard just to be normal, like maybe if we keep up the act long enough we wonâ€™t have to act anymore. But then he starts coming home late again. The last time it happened, Mom couldnâ€™t wake him up. They took him to the hospital and pumped his stomach.
He takes speed to get high and then he takes something else to get back down again. He smokes dope, too. Iâ€™ve smelled it on him when he comes in at night. I donâ€™t know what else he does. They donâ€™t tell me much. I just get the usual lecture about not doing drugsâ€”â€œlook what itâ€™s done to your brother; look what itâ€™s done to our family.â€