My big brother called me this afternoon to let me know that my mother kicked him out of the house. All of our relatives and friends have taken him in at one point or another in the past year and I've taken him in on three occasions...but it never works out. He's schizophrenic/ bipolar and has an alcohol problem. I thought about buying a bus ticket for him to come here (against my better judgement) but the closest bus station is 45 miles away in Big Spring. I suggested he stay in the house that I co-own with my mother until he can find something but he says it's in complete disrepair and he's afraid my mother will call the police and have him arrested.
So, he's spending the night in the Gazebo at North Park in Lamesa...the park where we used to have our church Easter picnics. It's going to be 38 degrees tonight and tomorrow it'll be 21...it's not right and I don't know what to do. It's Christmas and it's not right. I'll have to think of something.
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