FUBAR in Prescott (again)

I sometimes remind myself that I am only average at ruining my life and the lives of those I love. My failures and missteps are at best ordinary and not worth mentioning. My brother N, on the other hand, is in the middle of another one of his addiction cycles and if things go badly the best he can hope for is a prison sentence. I don't want to talk about worst case scenarios, but anything is possible in the world of alocoholism, automobiles, firearms and knives. Things have gotten dark, very dark, in Prescott. A phone call could come at any moment, a call that could change everything. We sit here in Tucson, not knowing, not able to do anything. That's the way it is. It makes me want to reflect on my own life and the choices I've made. I am thankful that I can drink a glass of wine and go to work in the morning. My brother cannot. He must choose between sobriety or death and I'm not sure he even has a choice.