A Tribute to Life in Washington D.C.

The Addict's Brother

One hundred-twenty-two days ago I mailed my sister a Christmas card. It was sent it to the half-way house in which she was recovering after court ordered sanctions. Today, April 20, 2022, the Christmas card was returned to sender. My addict sister was discharged for insubordination from the halfway house days before the card arrived for violating house rules. Four months later, my unopened message of health, hope and sobriety has come back, unread and unopened. In those 122 days, my sister was fired twice, stole and wrecked my sister’s car (without insurance and no driver’s license) and falsely claimed her son as a dependent when filing her taxes – resulting in a H&R Block’s flagging of her account as unethically UN-reputable . She has found solace on numerous couches, while sucking society’s teat. Where does it end?