So... of course tonight is another night of drama... because like... things are okay here... and I'm really happy because I just got a commission I've been wantinng for almost half a year.. please note it was only commissioned in Jan... I just have had a specific idea from a specific person and it turned out wonderful and the artist loved doing and got tons of much deserved complements from some of the other big name artists they stream with often on it...

20 minutes after they send me the finished pieces... my mom calls me sobbing because my little brother has been arrested for two armed robberies... one we know where he was during it but supposedly his truck was there.

The other... happened during the 24 hours he was missing... and the police refused to look for him... and my mom rescued him from a gang because after they took his phone didn't turn it off and she insisted when she got it to help him with work that it have tracking enabled.

So after he had been missing and unreachable she pinged a few times, the police wouldn't show up... so she and her husband showed up at the gps location... and watched him being forced to sell drugs at gunpoint for 2 hours... before he was 'let go' and his truck 'returned' completely stripped of anything easily removed without disabling it.
The shit had been beat out of him and eventually he confessed to my mom he had been doing crack with a former friend of his that got a job at the same temp position he'd been working for the last 3 months he'd been sober..

His friend had also OD in his car while my brother was at a clinic getting his methadone a week before this.

So his buddy and him went to some place is buddy suggested to score... and they held them both at gun point, stripped and beat them and tied my brother to a chair and interrogated him because his 'buddy' was apparently a known informant and they thought my brother was one too.. supposedly. My mom saw how badly beat up he was... and saw them forcing him to deliver several suit cases to various cars at gun point.

Eventually his truck showed back up in the hotel parking lot and my brother was shoved in to the passenger seat of his truck and left in it with his hands zip tied behind his back. He had bruises and cuts on his wrists and ankles from what look like over zip ties..

Of course my mom has been terrified about talking to the police about this because they have his phone and probably everything it... and his parole office was down his throat.. because he hadn't called, or checked in... despite him calling on my mom's phone, in front of my mom and telling him they needed to talk and that he didn't have his phone anymore and to call her...

Why the fuck is my family so fucked? So... my mom calls me as I'm trying to leave to get dinner and take Aurora to work.. and after 15 minutes I have tell her that I can't keep talking, I have to go... it's 9pm... I've not had dinner and I need to take my partner to work... and she is just sobbing... and I feel like shit.. .still.