It's after two in the morning. He is here, locked out of his home, and is snot-flying drunk. He's crying and pacing and I have no idea what to do for him. Slippy is doing his best to soothe and calm him. He is also doing his best not to let him leave... I think Slippy has confiscated the keys to his car.

I want so badly to scream "I have a degree in Psychology. Lay the fuck down and talk to me!" But it would do no good. A person will only talk when they are ready... or if they have a gun to their head. Since I own no gun, and wouldn't pull one on someone een if I did, I guess I will have to wait for him to talk.

Slippy is outside with him now. Maybe he's opening up to him. I hope so. We have tried to get him to sit down, drink a glass of water and take a Xanax, but he will have nothing to do with it. I am not a big believer in taking drugs to "make the pain go away" (broken bones and such being an exclusion) however, I do feel he could benefit from a Xanax right now. Maybe he would calm down and quit ripping his pants up and think a little more clearly.