I just pitied him more.

He was an alcoholic and a chain smoker. He would fall into drunk comas with a lit cigarette in hand constantly, burning his fingers and shirt and chair. Got multiple DUIs so he lost his license. Got charged with driving drunk on a moped and was facing charges from that. He had colon cancer and HIV on top of this, with no way to treat it because he was homeless and without insurance, so he killed himself.

He was mean all the time and I didn't like him, but I treated him kindly because few people were to him. We let him live with us despite him being a distant half-relative because he had no one else.

Drunk guy was not a good person in any regard though. Biggest problem I had with him was that he'd bring his best friend around, knowing the guy was pervy toward me and had tried more than once to enter my home when he knew I was home alone ("looking for his friend" while refusing my word that he's not here), and the only way I stayed safe was riling up our german shepherds to scare him away. Drunky's friend was jailed for raping someone else that year, and drunky made excuses for him. So I had little love for this guy.

Just makes me kind of sad to think about what addiction does to you. If he didn't drink or associate with drunkards I think he'd have been a completely different person.