Right, I'm not going anywhere at the moment. Soon as travel and work options open up, I'm taking a long work vacation from here but I'll have things set up so it's safer for him. I vowed to look after the guy after his mom died as she was a spectacularly good friend and like a mother to me. He's crippled so I try to be patient. I generally come by every few months when I take a break from construction jobs and clean up his yard and stuff. At one point he was getting his house broken into while he was home and I started investigating and found out it's not just him, it was a neighborhood problem. Some vacant houses were being renovated and left unguarded while inspections were being slow walked. We had loads of crack addicts breaking into homes and then peeking out the windows only to raid homes when the owners were out so I went on a door to door campaign advising homeowners to be more bold and call cops on vagrants. Never let them even step on their property for any reason and make them feel very unwelcome. I got homeowners to call absent property owners and DEMAND they board up their vacant houses until such time as they could either sell or rent. Preferably sell to responsible new owners. At this time, vagrants have almost completely ceased walking through this area due to the pushback they get from homeowners and cops. Being responsible is sort of my mantra or ideology if you will. Whether at home or work we should all strive to keep things organized and tidy for good morale. Living in squalor is depressing, even for those who create the squalor. Hoarding vs collecting a certain item are two different things. True hoarders just get to be getting and never put on the brakes even when they run out of room for stuff. It's never organized in any way. For instance, my friend saves plastic bags. His mom saved plastic bags. He has plastic bags from 20 years ago of which some are so old they crumble when you try to use them. There were bags of plastic bags hanging about in the kitchen so much so I discarded most of them at which he protested loudly. I finally lost patience and commented, "Look, you have more bags than you could ever use in a life time and yet you still save more bags" Him: "No I don't. I might need them". Me: "For what? You always get more bags from the grocery store. It's not like you will ever run out and I bet you if I went around and put all your bags in one box it would completely fill up the box". He totally denied this and challenged me to prove it. So, at this point I now have a full box of plastic bags. All sorts of bags or all sizes and colors. So, a couple weeks ago he discovered I had thrown away a box of old sandwich bags from out of a drawer that was stuffed with all sorts of plastic bags so much so you could barely close the drawer. So why did I toss them? Because the sandwich bags were the smallest ones sold and so old they stuck together. I had tossed them out last year and he just noticed it. I only vaguely remembered tossing them out and had to think things over to even remember. You couldn't even open up the bags to use them they were so bad. So he went on a rant claiming I had no right. His words: "Yes, they were crappy, too small and hard to open but they were mine". Me: "Ok, I'll go get you some nice bags from the store to replace them. Some nice ziplock bags, ok?". He just got more angry. More shouting, blah blah. I'm erasing him. Me: "Then what do you want from me?". Him: "Nothing" Several hours later he brings me some broken jewelry to repair and I respond that first off, it's just fake gold. Not even worth bothering with and furthermore, he broke it in such a way it's not really repairable unless you get a real jeweler involved and no jeweler will touch something like that. It's more like a craft item posing as jewelry. Another long angry tantrum. Oh well. Hoarders don't know trash from treasure.