I have this friend named Dylan, I think he might be addicted to Meth... I tried to talk to him about it and let him know that I care about his health. But he was high off Adderall and he called me Gay for showing feelings, then he took off on a bender for a few weeks. I mean, he's kinda like a Pet... My K9 Husband doesn't like him too much, no hostility or anything. He just doesn't respect Dylan, but I feed Dylan, house him and sometimes I take him on walks down main street so he can hit up a few bars and when he strikes out with the Ladies... we go home so he can get high and pass out. But Dylan hates Authority Figures, the color Yellow (This includes foods...I think it's because he hates Lemons.) and refuses to accept Soup as a meal. He only hits on girls he knows are unavailable, he is surprisingly good with money and has the voice of a goddamn angel. He is a cute little brother figure and if it wasn't for the hardcore drug use his teeth and facial skin wouldn't be so bad and he'd look like a teenager, in spite of being almost thirty. I found him as a stray when we worked together at Walmart on the Overnight shift, I fed him once and he never left... at least not for very long a few times every quarter. ?