I got a call from my homeless brother. He asked if he could come by and pick up a coat. I am storing some of his things since he moved here from Ohio this summer. He also tells me that its his last birthday today because he will probably freeze to death this winter. He is also very upset because someone tore down his hut that he built in the woods on the outskirts of town. That someone took his blanket and pillow as well. He says that he is going to assult that person and that he does not care if he goes to jail. When he moved here, I let him stay with us for six weeks. He would sleep till noon, wake and drink 8 cups of coffee, hangout in the garage and paint all day and then go for a long walk till about midnight or so. I simply told him that its time to go. I gave him 300 bucks and bought him a back pack. Every so often he calls and wants money and say no. This crap is really getting on my last nerve. His skill as an artist is excellent and he paints like the old masters but he cant find a job to save his life. What a mess!