So, last night my younger brother Charlie (16) goes to a party. A birthday party, of a good friend. First he heads to the beer store with my mom though to get some alcohol for the party. The usual thing is he's just gonna get a little tipsy with a few friends and joke around. Oh no, not tonight, Charlie. Not tonight.
I'll put this in short since I'm dead tired and want to go to bed. I've been watching him all night.
> Playing DayZ, with Keo and Tom
> Alex (older brother) runs downstairs, it's about 10:30 PM
> "Mack, you gotta get off. Now. Charlie's smashed out of his mind and he can't get up the stairs.
> He actually TAKES MY HEADSET OFF FOR ME. This is important stuff, I guess.
> I run upstairs. Charlie is literally a ZOMBIE. He can't stand up.
> My dad managed to get him to the top of the stairs but he's gonna puke. He puked 4 times on the way home according to the other Alex (different Alex, birthday boy)
> "Come on, Charlie, this is your room. Let's go." says my dad, dragging him forward by the chest.
> "Ugbh... I'm oka-h.... I'm gonn (churtle) I'm gonna parf.
> we managed to get him on his bed laying down - Out comes the vomit, but luckily in a bucket...
> I ask alex what he drank. Apparently he drank 7/8ths
THIS.
> My mom is now awake. The entire family is in Charlie's room, making sure he's okay.
> We're freaking out thinking he has alcohol poisoning. He drank the equivilent of about 26 shots of 70% alcohol PLUS TWO BEERS... - 20 shots is the danger zone for poisoning.
> Charlie is now asleep. We keep him on his side to avoid vomit-choking.
> Now, it is my job and Alex's job to sit in his room and wake him up every hour to see if he needs to barf and to make sure he keeps breathing.
> Fast forward to now. Charlie is sober, but really worn out. I've been awake all night. Alex went to bed, finally.
> I'm loving pissed at him for loving everyone up because of his stupidity and not knowing his limits. forget alcohol and forget him sideways.
> MY loving FACE WHEN
