It was another Saturday afternoon where I was lying on the living room sofa, tired and light-headed after running 12 miles. It was my weekly ritual, one I hated, but still thought it did me good. So I’m lying there, trying to drift off when I hear my younger brother suggest to his friend something about using diabetic remedies to get high. Both our father and mother are diabetic and there are diabetic remedies and medicines lying all around the house. However, I seriously doubt that anyone is going to get a high off any of it. I don’t even know what insulin would do to someone who isn’t diabetic, but I don’t possibly think it can be good. But keep in mind that my younger brother is just that, young. Also, he’s not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer either. A few years before, he used to like to huff on things. No one ever really figured out why, not even the psychiatrists my parents sent him to. But afterwards he always was a little slow. He also tends to space out a lot. I hardly remember what he was like before. But now I can only laugh. What else can I do other than watch him hurt himself all the time?