Savage Mafia Prince

Micah

I ’m still not a hundred percent clear what’s going on in my brother’s head right now, but it’s obviously a mess. I think our fight last night was a come-to-Jesus moment for him, though.

After we talked it out—more or less—he limited himself to slumped posture and short, muttered answers. But it was more like he was wrung out than being obstinate. He’d gotten a little drunk while he was out trawling for someone to bring home and shove in my face, and once I realized, I spent some time feeding and watering him before he eventually collapsed into bed like a wet rag.

I also made a mental note to scold him about drinking and driving later, but it was obvious it wouldn’t have sunk in at that moment.