My mother (age 96) passed away. One of my brothers is a psychopath

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I think I had one of each - and it’s been 11 years since I sold them. Both would ruin your day. And they are single-action so I would have cocked it (were I there the night my mother died/he threatened my brother - and probably me too) and told him I was going to blow a hole in his chest or get the fuck out of here right now.

If he wants to argue property law and his right to remain and threaten people, I dunno what I’d do.

ETA: I reckon I’d have said I was going to the garage to load the Navy Colt, and then if you are here and I cock the gun, you leave or I will kill you (sorta following the standard “If you pull a knife or aim a gun at someone, you intend to use it if necessary”)

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Anyways, I sold the guns years ago as the only other countries I was going to live in were the country St. Petersburg is in, Ireland and the UK. In the UK at least, if I have three or so people to say I’m a good guy and not the brother of a psychopath in the USA, I could get a rifle or birdshot/skeet sort of gun. Certainly not a USA replica of a Colt that actually functions.

I need to let in the realtor photographer on Saturday. I am not intimidated or afraid. I do not posess a firearm and do not think I could kill someone, pry-bars aside.

I want to make my flight back on Monday. And really, I’ve done what I can with this house to include possibly being killed. Oh well. As I said last night, he’ll have to kill me in the morning as I’m going to bed as soon as I sorta repair the window frame I broke in through.

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So the psycho brother – dunno if I should give him credit for laying in wait for me to return on the evening of the 3rd. I left just before the library closed, yet could have headed to the nearby Wal-Mart and though I know of no bars/pubs nearby could have stayed there till 4AM.

Anyways, walking down the street and seeing a non-moving car with its brights on, I tried to get out of its sight. This would be the blue mini-SUV that would slow down on each of its four passes, with the driver looking at me. At first I thought, “concerned neighbour” even though he look a lot like my brother. Garage door opener not working – second pass – that really looks like my brother.

I had a lock-pick set yet I’d gorilla taped (like duct tape) the knobs, Even with a key it’d be tough. Garden-gnome smash on the small window next to the door. Nada, Third pass by blue SUV, always slowing down and driver looking at me.

Big rock smash! That takes all three panes of plexi-whatever out and I can reach in and undo my gorilla-ing and enter.

Called the police on their non-emergency line – and being told July 3rd was busy took a walk down the block to psychos house (he has a CCP and several fireams) armed with both my swiss army knife and Leatherman. Hey, there’s that blue mini-SUV in his driveway.

Cop arrives rather quickly – before I’m back at the house. Yes, officer, that was my work breaking and entering, and I am armed with two knives with various other gadgets.

Of course there’s no definite crime here. I suggest menacing, and bring up the report from the night my mom died where psycho said he’d kill the older brother and it was overheard by a nurse who reported it.

He asks me what he should say. I just suggest showing your face, running that plate and saying something like “quit it”

I may has well have asked he get Scotland Yard on it,

So, in “fixing” the garage door opener today, I unscrew the battery cap. No 9-volt battery. He really earned his Boy Scout sabotage badge. Still, there’s no crime. 1/3rd of it was his.

And he called the realtor to call of the sale which is entirely not in his interest.

I have a New York property lawyer and am out of here Monday morning. Vegas odds are 9/10 the battery is removed again.