No Go on a Paying Job

I haven't heard from my homeless brother yet. Either he is dead, banned from the library, arrested, or walking...or he doesn't want to take me up on the writing offer. It's probably the latter, I'm afraid. This is what happens with the typical homeless person. I'm not being mean - I'm just telling you like it is in general. My brother is incapable of being accountable. Part of me knows that the thought of him writing in order to earn money is a thought too unbearable to him. It would make him feel beholden to someone's rule. It's the same with his meds. That's why he goes off his meds. He doesn't want to 'be controlled' by it. Even though it produces acceptable...even admirable behavior, he won't do it in the name of being 'free'. When, in fact, he does not know that he is enslaved to his demons - laziness and apathy. His schizophrenia and bipolar conditions are huge gateways for these demons to feast and control him - and they do - but he feels free. Go figure. The thought of him having to produce something in order to receive money from me - his little sister, is too daunting and suspect. He will never do it. But I had to try. I want to know about his life!