Years ago my brother had multiple addictions: cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs. He worked his way up from pot to shooting heroin. His addiction made home life a living hell. Every phone call and every knock on the door made our hearts leap into our throats, and our first thought was, "He's dead." He demanded money from my parents every day, sometimes several times a day for his addictions. He'd been through so many rehabs he knew how to work the system, acting as if he wanted to clean up his life. Perhaps to some degree he wanted that, but returning home created the desire to mingle with his druggie and alcoholic buddies which led to relapse. Over a decade ago my brother shot his last batch of heroin before rehab. The final phase of the program involved putting him on a plane to another state so he would not return to the familiar drug locations and friends. Due to an unforeseen event, he moved home. To my family's knowledge pot is the only drug he uses, but he drinks a lot every day and smokes a pack a day. For a head injury he takes medication that does not mix with alcohol, and I believe it is this combination that makes him mutter gibberish before he falls asleep and grabs at things we cannot see. He has also had a seizure. Again we see his addiction, and he denies he has one.