Last night I was sitting at home wondering why my little brother, who's 17, hadn't come home yet, since it was after his midnight curfew and he doesn't usually break it. My father was at work and my mother was sleeping. At 1:30 I started getting really scared that he got into a car accident or something, so I called the local police station. They told me that he was in their custody but wouldn't tell me what happened. I went down there with my mother and found out how fucked he is. Apparently he and his friends were blazing and drinking fourties by a pond one town over. Afterwards my brother was driving them home and made it halfway there before a cop saw him turn onto a street and accelerate very slowly and stay at 10 mph in a 30 mph zone. The cop followed him for about half a mile before lighting him up and ordering him to drive into a parking lot. They came up to his window and smelled alcohol and weed. They found pipes in the back seat and 40 ounce malt liquor in the trunk. He failed field sobriety tests so they arrested him. Now he's being charged with Driving While Intoxicated, Driving While Ability Impaired By Drugs, and Driving to Slow. He admitted everything to the cops. They said that they might give him a break if he rats out some dealers, but I don't think he wants to do that. Now he has to appear in the same court where he was just convicted of underage drinking a few weeks ago. This is also his fourth arrest since March. I don't know what to do about this kid anymore.
