Klaus has always had a drug problem. You knew that since you met him. His life was a constant cycle of hills and valleys. One month, he’s sober and the next, he’s begging for money to get his next fix.

You have tried to be understanding. You have tried your best to be patient. You know that what he experiences everyday is something you will never understand.

You have been kind enough to let him live with you, though you’re getting tired of the empty promises of rent payments.

One night, Klaus was gone again. You were used to it at this point. You were sitting on the couch, waiting for either the call from the hospital to come pick him up or for him to come home on his own. Sometime later, he comes sauntering in, humming to himself, the smell of alcohol filling the room.

“Sorry for the late arrival. The annoyingly handsome bouncer would not give my ID back, can you believe that?” Klaus said as he closed the front door behind him. His words were slurred but at this point, that’s how his voice normally sounded.