So, as we sit at this park, his mom gets watery eyed and then says, "if he does not come to me for help I will not help him", "does he want help". I told her after the breakdown the night before I would assume he did. Well, she essentially did not want to get involved. GREAT!!!! Useless weak women, gotta love em, someone does anyhow. So....I talk more to his sister as she brings me to the house and we load up the weapons for transport to her basement.

I told her that I wanted to intervene his job this day and tell him that he needs to go back to his old job. He would be taking a loss of approx. 18,000 a year, but we could survive on potato's and mac and cheese if we had to. It sure beat him dying. So, we concocted a plan, go to his job and say there is a family emergency to get him out for a bit and talk to him.