I returned 40 minutes later, using my money for his foodstuff. I knocked on his bedroom door. He mumbled, "I am in bed."

I opened the door. The room stunk. I opened the curtains and saw him crumbling on the bed with clothes he probably hadn't changed for days. His hair was disheveled, and he had a newly grown beard.

I approached him, "Larry, I have to clean the room. Go to the bathroom, shower, and put on clean clothes while I fix the room." He just stared at me with a dazed look.

Next, I grabbed his hand and gently pulled him out of the bed, helping him to...