He had been bouncing around from one halfway house to another, for good reason. He just couldn't lay off the stuff. As hard as he tried. I kinda felt sorry for him. He showed up at the door homeless after we had chatted on the phone, and my heart was filled with compassion. Also, I thought he looked like he might be a good cocksucker. We were temporarily out of beds, so I told him to crash on the couch and gave him a few chores to complete. It'll be a while before his insurance kicks in, and he understood the generosity going on. Not really to my surprise, by mid-morning his shit was still all over the floor and he hadn't completed the few simple tasks assigned, one of which was to clean out the ashtrays and sweep the porch. I called him into the living room, in front of his pile of stuff, and asked him why he hadn't done his chores. This dumbass didn't even remember what he was supposed to have done. So, of course, I throw a full ashtray at him and tell him to clean up the butts. Then I have him light a cigarette. After he had taken a few puffs I took the fag and had a few puffs myself, ashing on his chest as I smoked.