I had to call the cops on my drunk desi neighbor

My brother was outside on the phone. This desi guy that I've known since elementary school, but don't get along with very well, gives him the middle finger. My brother was puzzled. He then kindly told him that he was on the phone and didn't have time to talk. I was in my room and all I could hear was the guy saying nigga over and over. I went downstairs and saw that both parties were having a shouting match through the kitchen window. I tried to pull my brother back but that failed. The drunk desi guy, who is known for having a temper and always being drunk, started to threaten my brother. He said that nobody could fuck with him. He told my brother to bring all of his boys. This pissed me off. I thought that my brother and I should go out and stomp the living shit out of him. This would have been a great bonding experience. I then thought twice. I decided it was better to call the cops on this lonely loser. So I did. When they came to my house he was walking in the opposite direction of where the car was faced. I told the cops that he was probably drunk and that they should just talk to him. I was hoping he would pull out his speech about how nobody could fuck with him. Because if he did, the cops would have billy clubbed him silly. I went out for a cig a couple of minutes later and saw that the cops were leaving. He got kicked out of his house a couple of weeks ago which obviously angers him. Listen dawg, you're older than me and you still don't know how to wipe your ass. Not my fault. You come from a fucked up family. Once again, not my fault. You're a degenerate alcoholic who's going to end up dead or in jail. Good for you. I hope you follow through on your aspirations. I am Baliwala. I roll with the 5-0. Call me a snitch, but in the end you're the one who's going to be a bitch. That is all.