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I have no idea who is footing his lifestyle.

He was living with his father until October last year 2013.

Things got so bad his dad told him to leave and because they share the same name he scammed the police, the property management, etc all of whom said he was within his rights to live there.

Once his dad got everyone straight, he was forced to leave.

So get this, he spent two months living on the porch!!!

The details of that whole Boo chit would take days to explain.

Anyway, he was finally booted off the property by the law and management.

He then spent 3 weeks on the street begging for money from us and the entire family.

Dude would not get help and refused to work.

So, I brought him home, for one night.

The next day it had been decided he was going to stay so long as he could follow the rules, not drink, go to AA and do housework of which a list would be created by me.

I was shocked. Not what I intended.

So, he tells us he is going to get into it slowly and blah blah blah.

The whole thing was a cluster cluck.

He would have this reason or that for why he didn’t do his share of housework but, mostly he didn’t feel he should as he was a guest.

“Would you clean your Mom’s house?” he angrily snapped on occassion.

“Are you effing kidding me? I wouldn’t even think about it. In fact, we all clean something up when we show up and we all send her money for various things” I replied.

“Well, that’s on you” he says.

WTF??? On me? I did something wrong? LOL

FU! I send my mom money because she went without so we could have food, clothes, etc.

Why the hell wouldn’t I and who doesn’t?

Then in August, we went to LA to set up another deal for his script.

I drove him and his mom rented a hotel. So he would have a safe place if he fell off the wagon.

This dude dug a hole when he got off the wagon, was so wasted he couldn’t stand, brought some complete stranger to the hotel room and wanted me to go out with them.

Told the guy to get out.

So he left with the guy and I didn’t hear from him again til the following afternoon.

He’s fricking wasted at some idiot bar called Cabo Wabo and talking all kinds of I don’t know.

So I walk down the street and this moron somehow has money!

Where did he get it? The next day I was missing $700 out of my briefcase.

I don’t know how he ever got it.

So he blew through that and doing his deals and I watch three hollywood’ers tell him he has to stop and one who left that life behind years ago.

Sure enough by the end of the week he’s blown two deals but, was paid by another.

So, he goes to Koi and gets frickin hammered.

I mean I watch him down 6 scotch’s in 90 minutes and one of those jars of Sake.

Fk me. I can drink but, hell no I could do that.

So, after he is completely tanked he informs me he is not going back.

I’m pissed, having just watched him implode.

He has $1,000 left from his big pay day(and stealing from me) and he wants a friggin ride to the Mondrian.

The Mondrian? In summer? Has to be expensive.

I drop him off and two hours into my drive back up to the Bay Area his mom wants to know if I got him back safe.

I inform her what happened and she goes ballistic.

Wanted to know how I could let him drink.

Told her I didn’t put the bottle to his head. He did it all on his own and now he is being a big shot at the Mondrian.

And, he has his money somehow.

Turns out he had taken a room that cost $800!

Why? That’s all they had left.

So I get cajoled into turning around and getting him. Guess who isn’t going to get any sleep, while someone rests comfortably in my car?

So, I get him home. Three days later he walks out the door and doesn’t come back for a month.

No one knows how he is paying for his lifestyle.

He gambles at a local gambling joint and you know this story just goes on and on.

Each time he comes back with some tale of woe.

Twice he threatened to kill himself and I told him he was too lazy and lacked the courage.

So he called an aunt who hadn’t heard from him in years and told her.

Well, uh, the cops picked him up and psych warded him.

This sad tale just goes on forever.

Ok..let me condense this...so you can see what you obviously already know...however I’ve put some additions in...

He was mooching from his father
He scammed the police,/ the property management.
He was booted off the property by the law and management....He then spent 3 weeks on the street begging for money from us and the entire family.
He refused to work or get help.
(key)...So, I brought him home, for one night.
‘YOU’ decided he was going to stay so long as he could follow the rules

(so up til this point clearly you have a 44 yr. old winner, not a looser, milking everyone who says go ahead have at it and let me help you.)

Then...

You drove him to LA ...and his mommy paid for his hotel expenses. (so far he’s batting 100 %)
You were missing $700 out of my briefcase..... (Bingo payday!...he’s batting another home run!)
You watched him down 6 scotch’s in 90 minutes......(Nothing like having a buddy to drink with even if they don’t...he’s still the winner in this game he’s playing)

Then....

You give him another ride to the Mondrian. Though he’s got a grand on him. (he’s making out pretty dang good)
Mommy gets upset with you... (controller of you both)....You go back and get him home for mommy.

He gambles ...He’s an Alcoholic..all the above standard behavior for such people and family’s of enabling their behavior.

Cops picked him up and psych warded him.

So who bailed him out?

You see there’s a typical pattern here.....and obvious you know this....so as you say at what point will you stop listening to Mommy and him? You do understand that your mother is the controller in this?