At this rate? 10? 15? 100? No clue.
He wanted to leave today, to live on the streets. I tried to explain to him that unless he took his seizure meds with him, that he'll have full-blown seizures again, and while he's convulsing on the floor, chances are someone will rob him. You know Denver. Some good and lots bad. Totally could happen. I finally talkd him into staying but I don't know. He has no understanding at all about jobs, money, how to go about getting groceries, health, and hygiene. I have to make him take a shower or else he'd go weeks without one.
I gotta get off and lay down. Between the puppy whining and my son sulking in his bedroom, and this almost 100 degree heat, I'm beat. Beat down.