Well, the fliphead got himself arrested again. Drunk and dis-flippin-orderly, eh? Ha! Ha! Ha! Serves the bolthole right cos he drunk all my beer and the bottle of Rye too. Then he went downtown and got arrested becoz he was makin' a spectackle of himself on Main Street and accostin' girls and he tried to pick a fight with the mailbox outside the post office. I thouhgt he was in Sudbury or I would not have left it where he could find it while I was at work.

So, the little man is in the lockup. He has flippin violated the conditions of parole. It don't look good. Officer Dana, who is a hard-nosed bitch anyway cos she don't like me none, is gonna be majorly disapointed in the boy. Majorly. I think he has blown it this time in a big way, eh?

I sure hope they don't give him five years or nothin' like that. If they do, I will have to find a way to help him out so's he don't get depressed and hang himself or somethin'. He will need weed, smokes, and alcohol if he is gonna survive a long stay in the joint. I can arrange that, I figger. What is a brother for, anyway?

- Don the Man (Shane's big brother)