16. Me First
Daphne and I walked into the group room together. A young white man with long black hair who looked like he might be in his late twenties sat hunched over a notebook. He was drawing in stunning detail a man in camo boxer shorts kneeling and looking north. A set of drum sticks sat atop a neatly folded uniform. The sun set over his left shoulder.
“My younger brother,” the man said without turning to see who was behind him. “Last we heard he was in Canada.”
“He was a soldier?” I asked.
“He wanted to be in the Marine Corps band. Tough guy, patriot, musician – that was my brother.”
“He fell and hurt his shoulder. The doctor prescribed ibuprofen, but I talked him into taking Percocet. He fell in love with painkillers. Now he’s a roadie, bouncer, dealer, whatever keeps him close to his drugs.”
“And you?” I asked.
“In between drinking and smoking weed, I give music lessons and take classes. I do just enough to keep my parents from kicking me to the curb.” He turned to look at me. A jagged scar ran from behind his ear halfway down his neck. “I want to get clean before I go after my brother again.”
Today I will put my house in order before I try to help somebody else.
Time for a Change ©2017 by Ken Montrose
Time for a Change is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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