My teenage brother and I were home alone. Well, actualy he came home from a party while my party while my parents were gone. Needless to say, he was totally drunk and acting wild and crazy, staggering across the room singing verses from explicit songs. He tottered out the door, and all I thought I would do was stop him if he went for the car, since he seemed aggressive. I watched him for a few minutes, and then, figuring he would hang around the house, I started watching a movie. A few hours later, my neighbor rang my doorbell about forty times. When I opened it, there was Mrs. Porter with my still-drunk brother. She started screaming at me about how my brother showed her his penis and cursed at her. She, of course, blamed it on me and told my parents. My brother remembers nothing and simply brushes it off with a "Whatever you got in trouble for, you deserved." I, of course, was robbed of my TV, computer, MP3 player, and CD player. I hate neighbors.
