I should've just gotten him to become an alcoholic like me. The shittiest thing I could've done would still be better than the nothing I did. A painful, tumultuous addiction at least keeps you locked into the physical. The sauce puts you up in your head in a different way than big pharma kill-me-pills™. What a shitshow. What a way to try and re-enter the life of my family, watching the tail end of the machine eating my brother. And then I ran away. And then I ran away.