Tell me our Mother isn't sucked into him....
Saturday before July 4th I went to Pride Celebration in St. Pete because some of my friends are Gay and one of my clients that I maintain their web page for did all the parade floats. We had a good time riding underneath one of the floats and then after at the arts and crafts fair. It was hot and I won't drink alcohol when I'm out in the Sun and it's hot. It dehydrates you, among other things. About 20:00 my Mother calls me and wants to go to Hooters for wings after work and say's she can't take one without the other. I told her I was still in St. Pete but on the way home and to just take Barry because I was worn out. She insisted when she got home and I said OK.
Side note: Because of what Barry was saying and doing the previous week I knew exactly what he was going to do. So I decided to go and to trip him up, hoping that the end result would be that Mom would finally see what was going on and maybe help him or that he would go over the edge and be forced by the courts into getting some help. So...
I have a couple of empty Mickey's little Barrel bottles that I saved to fill with water so some people will feel Ok having a beer in front of me if I don't feel like drinking.
When Mom came home I was drinking one of them and purposely slammed the balance when Barry came over. In the car on the way to Hooters Barry started the litany about B*** and T*** and what who was doing to who, so I popped in my ear buds and cranked up my 1"x.1"x.3" MP3 player. I could still hear him yacking about who did what to who and yaddy yaddy ya! When we got to Hooters I left my video player and MP3 player and Keys, etc in the car. Getting out of the car Barry asked me why I was being so rude and not listening to him. I told him that it was because I had had a great day and I wasn't about to be brought down hearing about others bullshit problems that don't affect me and I didn't want to get Mom upset by telling him off. He just said that I was drunk. I chuckled.
Inside I chose a table directly across from the Waitress station where a camera would see the entire table. As soon as the waitress came along Barry started with snide comments directed at me. Things like "If I can't eat it, my glutton Brother will finish it. [look back to a different post about the linguine incident], just nasty comments. When the waitress left I just said to him while waving my hand, "You know you really have to stop this crap of cutting me down." and he grabbed my finger and squeezed real hard. I had a blood spot under the nail for weeks till it grew out. I told him to let go or I would slap him. He squeezed even harder. I said let go. He tugged and I reached across the table and slapped him.
He Jumps up and shout's "Did you See That, He Hit me!" and he runs out. He stands right outside the glass doors and pulls his phone out and acts like he's calling somebody. My Mother say's "I don't blame you, he wouldn't let go." (remember that because here comes the switch over.) Barry's outside no more than 20 Seconds. He comes back in and say's, now get this for a good laugh, "You're lucky little Man; They're busy right now and can't come and get you." - Really, Come on, give me a break already.
So Mom get's mad at me and they leave. I go out to the car and say just give my stuff and I get my video player, mp3 player, and keys. I go back in and hang out with some friends who saw the whole thing. While we are talking the other some other people come over and give me their names and numbers saying "just in case he causes trouble for you; we saw it, he was grabbing you." My friends then insisted I call the police and get the video, which I had already called the police.I found out afterward the waitress saw the whole thing too. I take a taxi home.
Ok, here goes the good stuff. Barry, not knowing about the video or the witnesses, goes home and clunks himself on the head giving himself a good lump. As the story goes he went to the hospital but the police can find no record. Then he calls the police and tries to get our Mother to file a report, notice he won't file it himself. She does but won't sign it.Problem is it happened in a city not the county so the Sheriff has nothing to do with it, but after hearing from the city cops, they investigate and rule it self defense.They also said the video showed I could not have possibly caused the lump on his head because it was an open handed slap just below the eye.
He just can't deal with the truth. Recently he brought it up and I calmly said "Let's go down to the police and see the video." He get's all explosive 'cause he knows he's lying.
Saturday before July 4th I went to Pride Celebration in St. Pete because some of my friends are Gay and one of my clients that I maintain their web page for did all the parade floats. We had a good time riding underneath one of the floats and then after at the arts and crafts fair. It was hot and I won't drink alcohol when I'm out in the Sun and it's hot. It dehydrates you, among other things. About 20:00 my Mother calls me and wants to go to Hooters for wings after work and say's she can't take one without the other. I told her I was still in St. Pete but on the way home and to just take Barry because I was worn out. She insisted when she got home and I said OK.
Side note: Because of what Barry was saying and doing the previous week I knew exactly what he was going to do. So I decided to go and to trip him up, hoping that the end result would be that Mom would finally see what was going on and maybe help him or that he would go over the edge and be forced by the courts into getting some help. So...
I have a couple of empty Mickey's little Barrel bottles that I saved to fill with water so some people will feel Ok having a beer in front of me if I don't feel like drinking.
When Mom came home I was drinking one of them and purposely slammed the balance when Barry came over. In the car on the way to Hooters Barry started the litany about B*** and T*** and what who was doing to who, so I popped in my ear buds and cranked up my 1"x.1"x.3" MP3 player. I could still hear him yacking about who did what to who and yaddy yaddy ya! When we got to Hooters I left my video player and MP3 player and Keys, etc in the car. Getting out of the car Barry asked me why I was being so rude and not listening to him. I told him that it was because I had had a great day and I wasn't about to be brought down hearing about others bullshit problems that don't affect me and I didn't want to get Mom upset by telling him off. He just said that I was drunk. I chuckled.
Inside I chose a table directly across from the Waitress station where a camera would see the entire table. As soon as the waitress came along Barry started with snide comments directed at me. Things like "If I can't eat it, my glutton Brother will finish it. [look back to a different post about the linguine incident], just nasty comments. When the waitress left I just said to him while waving my hand, "You know you really have to stop this crap of cutting me down." and he grabbed my finger and squeezed real hard. I had a blood spot under the nail for weeks till it grew out. I told him to let go or I would slap him. He squeezed even harder. I said let go. He tugged and I reached across the table and slapped him.
He Jumps up and shout's "Did you See That, He Hit me!" and he runs out. He stands right outside the glass doors and pulls his phone out and acts like he's calling somebody. My Mother say's "I don't blame you, he wouldn't let go." (remember that because here comes the switch over.) Barry's outside no more than 20 Seconds. He comes back in and say's, now get this for a good laugh, "You're lucky little Man; They're busy right now and can't come and get you." - Really, Come on, give me a break already.
So Mom get's mad at me and they leave. I go out to the car and say just give my stuff and I get my video player, mp3 player, and keys. I go back in and hang out with some friends who saw the whole thing. While we are talking the other some other people come over and give me their names and numbers saying "just in case he causes trouble for you; we saw it, he was grabbing you." My friends then insisted I call the police and get the video, which I had already called the police.I found out afterward the waitress saw the whole thing too. I take a taxi home.
Ok, here goes the good stuff. Barry, not knowing about the video or the witnesses, goes home and clunks himself on the head giving himself a good lump. As the story goes he went to the hospital but the police can find no record. Then he calls the police and tries to get our Mother to file a report, notice he won't file it himself. She does but won't sign it.Problem is it happened in a city not the county so the Sheriff has nothing to do with it, but after hearing from the city cops, they investigate and rule it self defense.They also said the video showed I could not have possibly caused the lump on his head because it was an open handed slap just below the eye.
He just can't deal with the truth. Recently he brought it up and I calmly said "Let's go down to the police and see the video." He get's all explosive 'cause he knows he's lying.
