Well I should have known good news was too good to last. C called today and told me the new room isn’t working out and they have given him 30 day notice. Of course, it’s not his fault. His female roommate is crazy (they are all crazy). He just had one friend over one time, they weren’t being loud. And he was listening to music outside just that one time and it wasn’t even loud at all but the neighbors called the landlord and it’s all just rediculous blah blah blah blah. Yes, he got drunk a couple times and was out late. And he got in a fight with someone while he was drunk but that wasn’t his fault either that guy’s a real @$&#*. When he describes situations he’s in, he can actually sound really reasonable. It’s all so very understandable. Except there is always one common denominator: him. To top it all off, he was hit by a car while biking the other night. He thinks he has a couple broken ribs and is having trouble breathing. He hasn’t been to the ER. (Of course no insurance, or even Medicaid because that would require effort and organization to sign up for.). He didn’t get the girl’s information or make a report because ‘she was real young, a student, and she was scared and crying so I told her I was fine and let her go.’ So...charitable impulse, I guess? But absolutely no instinct for self preservation. If she was insured, that would have paid for medical. And his bike is messed up now too, which is his main form of transportation. He was supposed to have a job interview today but postponed it until Wednesday because of the accident. He has to be able to lift 50 pounds and right now he can’t. He’s going to go to the ER tonight and see about getting checked out as an indigent patient. I don’t know how he’s eating - I don’t think he’s got $2 in his pocket. I am at wits end. I thought he was all set up for a few months at least. Now it looks like he’ll be homeless again just in time for the weather to turn, and since he’s not working yet he’s got no money saved up to find someplace else. I feel like an idiot for giving him money to get set up in this apartment. I should have known something like this would happen. It always happens. I don’t know what I’m going to do if he ends up on the streets when the weather gets cold. In the meantime, I’ve heard nothing from S for weeks. I assume she’s alive out there somewhere. With her coke dealer ‘roommate’. Feeling very discouraged tonight. Every time I think we’re making progress, it’s back to square one.