In August 2012, I had a former neighbor move in with me. I'll call him Shane. He also needed a hundred dollars to pay for his first month's rent in his new apartment in September 2012. I allowed him to move in, rent-free, and while he wasn't a nightmare to live with, he wasn't a joy either.
When I came back from my shift, I was tired, wanted to kick back and drink a few beers. He demanded that I share my beer with him. I had tell him, No, there are limits to my generosity. You could stay in my humble abode rent-free during the Summer (because he was broke) and I even allowed him to eat my food in the fridge but I had to draw the line somewhere. During the Fall, I asked some of my neighbors as to why they didn't help Shane when he needed it most. I found out that he goes to casinos regularly and gambles away his SSI paycheck. I didn't know about his gambling addiction. When I found out about his vice, I made the decision to stop helping him. I haven't spoken to him since.
