; crazy mary

For those who don't know already, my brother's absconded from the Home.

It's been almost two weeks already. Poor boy. My parents don't approve of course, so he's earning his own dough out there and occasionally living with a friend, whose name I won't mention for fear of him being charged of harboring a, technically, fugitive.

I don't think I should even be blogging this right now but I can't help it. I will burst if I can't exclaim my brother's narrow squeak today.

After KTV, a bunch of them were smoking and my brother caught sight of a police car. Walked away swiftly, the others refused cos they apparently didn't see anything or other. Policeman and woman I think ran out and told him to stop. He ran. Ran ran ran. Got on a cab. The driver was not blind to his anxiety. Instead of speeding off he wasted time with questions and drove slowly. Another police car sped up. He got outta the car. The police caught hold of him. He punched the guy and pushed the woman, and ran. 'Assault! Backup!' on the communicators. Ran and ran.

So tv drama right?

Of course I'm not in favor of him not returning back to the Home when he's two steps away from moving to Block D (from E, the worst boys' block) and allowed to go to school on weekdays, and come home most weekends. But I don't want him caught either.

So I'll do anything and everything in my power to help.

And I was complaining of a boring night at home. -.-