When I got here last week the owner of the various housing did my intake, which someone else usually does. Big guy with shaved head, tons of gawdy gold jewelry, wearing all sweats otherwise. Reminded me of a jew pawn shop boss I worked for, but couldn't tell his background, possibly jew or Italian with thick Philly accent. Definitely slum lord vibe, but tenants seem to like him. Was in recovery himself, lost a daughter to overdose. Wife works at the outpatient facility I went to first. Ask how her Christmas was. She's jewish she says. Ex husband isn't jewish, but children are, so don't really celebrate (on reflection it sounds like a subversive achievement). Still unsure about husband owner, but highly likely. Had racket written all over it, day I got in, but most of these things are regardless, even with folks involved with good intentions. On top of that, the house manager is an old nigger with a glass eye. Have two weeks covered for free rent, from scholarship, but weekly fee is insane after that, yet all I could've been provided getting out of treatment. Fuck