I went through a very similar thing.
My older step brother Shawn was into weed, alcohol and railing vicodin (grinding it up and snorting it). I didn't particularly care for while. It was his life and I rarely saw him anyways.
Then one night, he and my little sister were in his truck behind me on a narrow road that is practically all blind corners. He was swerving a lot, tailgaiting me, and messing around in the wrong lane. He got into the wrong lane to pass me mere yards from a blind corner. Right as he comes up alongside me, I look up and a semi is coming around that blind corner. The look on my little sister's face still haunts me to this day. I slam on my brakes and Shawn miraculously manages to get back into the correct lane in front of me. I called my parent's screaming and crying that Shawn almost killed Tawny and that I was following him and I thought he might be under the influence of drugs. We get to my grandparent's house where he was going to drop Tawny off on his way to a concert. I park in front of him to try to get him to stop and start screaming at him to get his *** out of the truck. At this point Tawny had gotten out and was sitting on the sidewalk, crying. Shawn backs up and leaves. Tawny confirmed that Shawn was high. My parent's get there a couple of minutes later and we explain what happened.
Shawn was sent to live with our hard-a**, tough love grandfather out in Arizona for 2 months to clean him up. He still does weed, but he is off the hard stuff. He still doesn't really talk to me and this was 4 years ago.
Call the cops on this kid. If he is growing shrooms he will get busted big-time. And sometimes, a hard knock on the head is what it takes to straighten a person out.
My older step brother Shawn was into weed, alcohol and railing vicodin (grinding it up and snorting it). I didn't particularly care for while. It was his life and I rarely saw him anyways.
Then one night, he and my little sister were in his truck behind me on a narrow road that is practically all blind corners. He was swerving a lot, tailgaiting me, and messing around in the wrong lane. He got into the wrong lane to pass me mere yards from a blind corner. Right as he comes up alongside me, I look up and a semi is coming around that blind corner. The look on my little sister's face still haunts me to this day. I slam on my brakes and Shawn miraculously manages to get back into the correct lane in front of me. I called my parent's screaming and crying that Shawn almost killed Tawny and that I was following him and I thought he might be under the influence of drugs. We get to my grandparent's house where he was going to drop Tawny off on his way to a concert. I park in front of him to try to get him to stop and start screaming at him to get his *** out of the truck. At this point Tawny had gotten out and was sitting on the sidewalk, crying. Shawn backs up and leaves. Tawny confirmed that Shawn was high. My parent's get there a couple of minutes later and we explain what happened.
Shawn was sent to live with our hard-a**, tough love grandfather out in Arizona for 2 months to clean him up. He still does weed, but he is off the hard stuff. He still doesn't really talk to me and this was 4 years ago.
Call the cops on this kid. If he is growing shrooms he will get busted big-time. And sometimes, a hard knock on the head is what it takes to straighten a person out.
