It’s tough enough for young men to get employment these days, and most companies hiring don’t really want guys with records and nasty habits on their payrolls. Nevertheless, we encourage – mandate, actually – that the residents get jobs. It helps them learn what life in the real world is like, and also helps them pay for their stay. Some idiots just don’t get the message, though.

Boys Halfway House: This ass-wipe gets on everyone’s nerves. There aren’t enough adjectives in the dictionary to describe it. The senior House Managers got so sick of him that they decided to try out some junior staff on him. They went to do a check on him after curfew, and sure enough he was gone. He got in shortly after their arrival, however, and began receiving his just punishment.

Whenever we get a roughneck like this, we make sure that he has all of the tools to succeed, but more often than not, they don’t make use of them to better themselves. Just because you can hold down a day job for two weeks at a time doesn’t make you a success in life.

Any time you put a group of guys together, there’s gonna be a lot of smack talk. The House is no exception, except that when a resident talks shit, he had better do it far away from the subject, if that subject is a House Manager. Sometimes, even when you think you are safe, someone you trust will snitch you out for brownie points. Liam, unfortunately, trusted the wrong loser, because the word got around that he was heaping scorn upon the head Manager.

Although it’s not uncommon to find crafty home made devices around the House, it IS unusual to actually smell smoke. We found the perp out back, and immediately dragged him inside by his pretty blond locks. Upon emptying his pockets, more paraphernalia was discovered, which was more than enough to get us two House Managers in prime gear.

One of the owner’s poker buddies runs a house on the other side of town, and he called very frustrated about some freckled prick that he had just inducted. It’s always fun to go on a field trip, so our senior House Manager had no problem going over to knock some sense into this dick weed.

No matter how hard we try, there are just some people that cannot be helped. This resident has a bigger problem than most – he doesn’t care enough to want any better. We know some people might blame his problem on all of the product flooding over the border, poisoning the young men and woman of this country. On the other hand, who are we to judge the hard working entrepreneurs who are just supplying what is being demanded? No wall in the world is going to fix this guy’s primary flaw: a serious defect of character.