There's no saving him, but I can't see this cycle ending -okay, then not, then drunk, then high on heroin and crystal meth. Couch surfing, sleeping under a bush, in a shelter, then in detox and back out on the streets, nowhere to go, unmedicated. Help from resources, case workers, in line for an apartment but calls from detox tonight for the millionth time and says he doesn't have time left to wait for them to approve his place in the apartment. Will die if we don't help, but he doesn't know what kind of help he needs-can't give any guarantees that he's not going to go out and do the same thing because as long as he's homeless he isn't going to be able to survive without the mind altering substances that allow him to escape his reality. I'd rather see him alive than have to make the journey anyway, but be doing it to identify his corpse. Okay guys, rant over. Thanks for reading.