This is a rant about my brother. That would be the brother who moved to live in my town from the other side of the country because his marriage failed and he wanted a fresh start. This would be the brother who literally got off the plane with a backpack and $800 to his name and moved into our spare room. And I discovered the following: he showers every fifth day or so, he doesn’t own a toothbrush, he dislikes deodorant, he really likes beer. And wine, if there isn’t any beer. And if there isn’t any beer or wine, he will hit you up for money to go to the pub for the afternoon.
Background: I was reunited with my brother about 7 years ago. I tracked him down after my mother’s death when I found the adoption papers in her belongings. So he’s my half brother, and we’re nothing alike, and I don’t like him very much and I was happy for him to stay in Western Australia. Except he didn’t.
At this point I should add that he wanted to go north and work in the mines but couldn’t stay off cannabis long enough to pass the drug screen.
He arrived on a Wednesday 9 weeks ago and he started a job the following Monday (which I found for him – he’s a welder, no shortage of jobs).
His crimes thus far into my tale are: his personal hygiene is shocking; he washed his clothes once in 8 weeks; he was very reluctant to pay his share of food and drink; he is a tinfoil hat brigade member; he monopolized our pay tv; and generally hit on all our female friends.
My husband begged me to get him out the house, so I found him a nice flat for $100 a week. Okay, nice probably isn’t the BEST word, more like neat. To get him out, we parted with about $700 for two weeks rent in advance and the bond. We bought him kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, gave him a table, chairs, a mattress and linen as well.
He moved in on a Friday night. I lent him my car for the evening and told him to return it the next day. The next morning (also his pay day) he returned my car and offered me …. well, nothing really. He was broke because the unmitigated irresponsible little fuck had spent his wages on a Sony Playstation 3.
Last weekend I wanted to get out of town so we packed up the ute and headed for the bush. I told my brother that if wanted to borrow my car he could, but had to get the house key from my neighbour (sort of a monitoring system).
We came home Sunday afternoon, and the first thing I went to do was a load of washing – except I was out of powder. Obviously he’d finally done some washing. And drank our beer. And left me without any petrol. He came over Wednesday night to borrow DVDs and I casually remarked to him “got yourself breath tested on the weekend?”. His head pulled back and he said ‘yeah, how’d you know?” and I said ‘cause you left the straw in the console of the car’. I didn’t think it was a big deal until he said; “Yeah, they got me” and proceeded to spill his guts that he was breath tested on Saturday night, and he’s lost his license for 13 months, but the guy who was in my car with him was arrested on the spot for outstanding warrants for break and enters all over the state.
WTF? Losing your license for 13 months for a first offence means he was 3 times the legal limit. And he had a criminal in my car. And apparently told this guy that he was minding his sister’s house whilst we were out of town. Nice one you fucking maniac.
He’s coming over tonight, I haven’t spoken to him since I found out on Wednesday. He’s getting a fuck off speech, and I suspect he’s coming over to ask for help to pay the fucking fine. And if that happens, I’ll politely suggest that he chooses 30 days in jail instead, and I hope he gets to be someone’s fucking girlfriend.:mad::mad::mad: