He starts back tomorrow, the Winter's been hard on him, the other waiter at the Pub. Already a skinny guy, he's lost easily another 30 pounds over the winter living in his crack-trailer on the East Shore. He looks like a bobble-headed skeleton, Skeletor, he's been surviving on $150 every 2 weeks EI, the last few months, and I know what that's like, no heat, no company, sitting every day in his trailer, in the dark, the punched in walls, the filthy antechamber filled with the previous residents garbage, broken BBQ's, Old Tube TV's, he was for a while capturing mice, keeping them company, letting them go, ....
Every couple of weeks you'd take him for lunch, he needs it, buy him some cigarettes, groceries, would do more but I haven't been doing so well myself. He's grateful just to get out of the trailer. And you talk to him and the isolation, it's taken it's toll, he was never a great thinker but even the little bit of reason he had seems to have disappeared, he's fallen down the Kootenay well...
He's looking forward to getting back to work. I'm hoping he's still sane enough to hold a job...