He had been bouncing around from one halfway house to another, for good reason. He just couldn't lay off the stuff. As hard as he tried. I kinda felt sorry for him. He showed up at the door homeless after we had chatted on the phone, and my heart was filled with compassion. Also, I thought he looked like he might be a good cocksucker. We were temporarily out of beds, so I told him to crash on the couch and gave him a few chores to complete. It'll be a while before his insurance kicks in, and he understood the generosity going on.