I could kill my brother....

I am so tiered today it is ridiculus....

Got woken up by a phone call from my brother at 3:30 this morning that started with "Hey sis, listen I've just been in a fight..." I stopped listening after that and procceeded to go into full panic mood, pulling pants on, trying to get shoes on trying to figure out how to get my car out because i was parked, should I just "steal" the brother's girlfriend's car seeing how she had parked me in in this time of needed.....

My brother then shouted "WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??? I just need you to unlatch the front door so I can come inside... Turns out that him and the girlfriend had had a moer of a fight and he had descided to come home from Dave, where the two of them were going to stay that night and left her there. When I left for work this morning all her stuff was neatly packed in a bag, that was on the roof of her car, with the car keys and a letter stating in no uncertian terms that she now disgusted him... Ask no questions, hear no lies...

Ok so my panic this morning now seems very over exaggerated and unnessasary, but if you only knew what has happened in the past it would seem quite logical. Lets start by saying that I love my brother to death but he can be a really impulsive, illogical, stubborn, moody idiot!!!! Oh and bare in mind he is 21.

Ok so a couple of months ago him and the girlfriend go to a braai at Dave's place, and procced to get drunk and apparently the girlfriend where getting a bit too touchy feel for my brother's liking, as he wasn't in his car he asked me to fetch him and seeing as he was in Randburg there was no way I was driving all the way there to fetch him (knowing what I know now I really should of just gone).
A while after that I felt bad and I tried to phone him, he never answered. From that point I started to panic, no one could get hold of him. At 2:30 the following morning we got a phone call from a petrol attendant at the engen garage on William Nicole and Sandton drive. My Idiot brother had descided to walk to the closest friend he had from where he was (again he was drunk), he was jumped by 4 guys, mugged and I can't really say beated because I injured himself fighting back. But anyway we had to go fetch him from Rosebank Clinic at 3:00 in the morning. So now when i get phone calls from him at un-godly hours of the night it tends to be panic stations.

So after that adrenalin boost I couldn't get back to sleep, so now I am so tiered I might just fall alseep at my computer...