Tonight i had an unwelcome visitor on my doorstep,the old neighbor from across the street.

he was a nice enough guy when they moved in, and we kinda became friends. i always knew he was " on something" but never could put my foot on it.he later admitted to being a meth addict for over 20 years. completely changed my view on people addicted to meth. he ate 3 meals a day, went to bed at a normal time, and went to work every day as a pipe fitter.

about a year later he lost his job and since his wife was an rn, he never really returned to the workforce, but instead started collecting scrap all day long to cover his habit. close to a year ago i started to see things head downhill fast. not sure if his habit had worsened, or if it finally got to him after all of these years. our friendship ended bad, very bad. in the end, he tried to steal some equipment i had loaned him in the past and it was either involve the cops, or kick the living **** out of him and take it back. i chose the legal route.

he got violent with his wife and lost everything about 2 months after that. wife, kids, house, truck, everything. he spent some time in jail and when released, now lives on the streets. i had really hoped to never see him again.

so fast forward to tonight, he showed up at my door, tried to apologize for what happened, told me he was gonna be doing time and asked me for money so he could get something to eat.

i turned him away, told him i have nothing for him. the more i thought about it, in a small way, i feel terrible. i hate to see anyone hungry, but how do i know he wasnt a couple of bucks from his next fix? why is it my problem he cant afford to eat? feed a stray, they stray will keep coming back right?

i almost wish i had handed him $5 and told him dont ever come on my property again.

just my latenight ramblings

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