Tonight was very interesting. My brother told me he was having people over for cinco de mayo and one of his friends' was turning 21 so I went over to say hi because I havent been able to see him to much because of school and both of our schedules are different. As I was entering the front of his house all his friends already start "ohh theres lil Raphy" which they called Ryan, my brother, in high school. I find my brother and it was so nice to hug him and see how he was doing. About an hour passes and people are wasted... now I have never been to a party before, just to my brothers house to see him when he has people over... but I am not really sure how to act at a party nor really wana associate with these idiots. Theres guys coming up to me and ask me how old I am or if I am single or legal or whatever stupid crap they ask and I just am really grossed out by first off that the guy is drunk like no other and that he thinks he is going to even come close to me for one sec... My brother is singing kareokee and tells the guy to get away from me... YES love big brothers..... so the night is going and I am talking with an old friend who I have grown up with so we were making fun of all the dumb people there. The same guy who came up to me was on the couch and was seriously out of it for about 30 min and the guys got a sharpee marker and drew alllll over his face and arms... now i am already feeling bad for the guy because he obviously doesnt feel good and then the drawings were horrible. The guy wakes up and looks at his arms and was allll mad and then asked if it was on his faceand I couldnt lie nor wanted too so I gave him some stuff to wipe it off but he was reallllyyy mad... I went and got my brother and he took care of it thankfully. My brother takes him outside and we arent sure if its true but he said that his brother and two best friends just died. he came in crying and my heart just dropped to the lowest pit of my stomach. I wanted to cry and help him. At that moment I knew that the obsessive amount of drinking could and most likely was to help cover what is going on in his heart because its hurting. I felt like even though i didnt write on him that I was still at fault. I dont know why because I didnt do anything, but i felt like maybe I shouldve stopped those jerks from writing on him and causing the hurt and anguish that was stirring inside his being to pour out. I felt like a jerk myself. I pray that he stayed at my brothers house and didnt drive home, but I will never know.. but i hope next time I am in a situation like this I will stand up and put a stop to it. No one knew that this was going on with this guy and to top that, only one guy knew him at this party and that friend wasnt awake either when this happened. I pray that God will help him and be with him during this rough time.
On a lighter note I got to see my brother Jeremy too and meet his new girl friend who was very nice... I know I will sleep like a baby tonight.. peace yo...