He's been walking and talking like a duck for a few weeks now---husband found him smoking a joint on the front porch today---It's official--he is a duck. husband took his keys, told him to find somewhere else to live, but...he usually relents. I do not want him here. I called and told him if husband lets him back in, I will move out. I have threatened before, but this time I have the money in the bank ready. I will not live in the chaos of his life anymore. He can live with the idiots who are dumb enough to supply an unemployed high school drop out with with drugs. He can steal from them when he gets desperate enough. They can buy his cigarettes and food and run him all over town. I hate addiction---and no I don't need a lecture on how marjiuana is not addictiive---I know what the experts say----but they have never lived with a pothead!!!!!