Joe was a drug addicted. His addiction was so bad, he lost his licence while driving under the influence. Joe often harassed people for drug money, or he would harass people to drive him places to get drugs. One of those people was his brother, Jason.
One day, Joe went over to Jason’s house.
“Do you have any money?” Joe asked.
“For what?” Jason asked.
“I need money to buy groceries.”
“I loaned you $100 last month and you still never paid me back.”
“I’ll give you the money next week. Just give me another $100.”
“I can’t afford to.”
“Yes, you can!”
“No, I can’t.”
Joe was so frustrated that he punched the door.
“I need fucking money!” Joe screamed. “I’m your older brother. You do as I say. Are you going to give me the money?”
Jason was about the close the door, but Joe slammed the door wide opened.
“You rotten little bastard!” Joe screamed. “You’re supposed to take care of your family. You don’t care about anybody, but yourself. You don’t give a fuck if I live or die. One of these days, you’re gonna need my help, and I won’t give it. Mark my words. I’m going to enjoy watching you fall flat on your ass.”
“Get out of my house!” Joe yelled.
Joe never tolerated anybody yelling at him, or telling him what to do. So when Jason demanded Joe to leave , they both got into a physical altercation. Joe just kept punching Jason, but Jason just kept blocking his hits. Jason never hit Joe back because he was afraid. Jason was only 5’8, while Joe was 6’1, 230 pounds, and he was very strong.
Eventually, Joe got tired of hitting Jason.
“You better watch your back,” Joe said. “And don’t you dare rat me out. I’ll be back later for the money.”
Jason didn’t know what to do. Joe had two kids: Michael and Shelly. If Jason called the police, then there was the chance that child protective services would rip those kids from their home. Then again, maybe it would be for the best. On the other hand, Debbie, Joe’s wife, was a great mother. Also, Jason would become the black sheep of the family.
Not knowing what do to, Jason spoke with his friend, Andrew.
“Did you say you called child protective services?” Jason asked.
“Yes, I did,” Andrew said. “I was ten years old. Both of my parents used to beat the shit out of me. Somehow, they’ve managed to convince child protective services that I wasn’t in any danger. I’ve been the black sheep of the family ever since. It’s been fifteen years, and every day, my parents still remind me of what I did.”
“I don’t know what do to. My brother is harassing me for money. He even hit me today. If I press charges, I’m afraid child protective services will take his kids away.”
“Why don’t you just get a peace bond against him?”
“Because not only do I fear child protective services will get involved, but my family will bitch about it, and they will take on several guilt trips.”
“If you don’t want to put up with all of that bullshit, then maybe you need to just kick his ass. Here’s what you do. You need to provoke your brother to hit you, without actually provoking him. What’s something that pisses him off?”
“He hates it other people tell him what to do. Like, when I told Joe to get out of my house.”
“There you go! The next time, your brother harasses you for money, you demand that he leave you alone. If he hits you, then you can break every bone in his face and you can claim that it was self-defense.”
“You need serious help. Anyway, Joe bigger and stronger than me.”
“Holy shit! First off, your brother needs to grow up. Secondly, don’t be a pussy. You’re an adult, and you still let your brother push you around.”
Later that day, Jason returned home, to see Joe was standing on the doorstep.
“Are you going to give me the money?”
“Are you going to fuck off?”
“I need the money to feed my kids!”
“That’s a load of crap! You’ve been harassing Mom, and Dad, and me for drug money. For fuck’s sake, Joe, you have two kids! I’m surprised Debbie hasn’t kicked you out of the house yet. Now get out!”
Joe almost kicked Jason between the legs, but Jason blocked it. Jason counteracted with a stiff jab to the jaw, followed by a powerful right hook to the nose. Joe held his nose in pain.
“You broke my nose, you crazy fuck!” Joe screamed. “You fucking psycho.You need to be locked up in a mental hospital.”
Joe, got into his car and he drove off.
Joe avoided Jason ever since. However, Jason had to tolerate his parents’ wrath.
“What the fuck wrong with you?”Joe’s father asked over the phone.
“Joe got what he deserved,” Jason said.
“You’re a fucking little psycho. Every time you have a problem with somebody, you hit them. You need to be locked up in a mental hospital.”
“Whatever, I’m hanging up, now!”
“Don’t you fucking dare! I’m your father. You show me respect. If you hang up on me, I’ll make sure you live on the streets.”
Jason hung up the phone.