I got a call around 3:45 am last night. It was a police officer named "Bradford" who was holding my brother for a DUI. I drove about a half hour from my house to the troop two police station to pick this stupid fuck up. I should mention my brother is also a recovering heroin addict, and shouldnt be drinking, cause although he thinks its ok for him, its obviously not...
These kind of late night drives happen very often in my family, and since ive gotten older, im the new person to ask for a ride. shit sucks. i love sleep.
Side note: my brother's name is also coincedently named "Bradford". swear i never met another person in my life name bradford! and i finally meet the guy, and its the cop who arrested my brother. Must be a sign.
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