AZ is now in a $24/night hotel (who knew you could find such a thing). He has an interview for a PT job tomorrow. It doesn’t pay much but it’s a start. His stuff is in storage and he’s looking at shelters to tide him over. The place that he DJ’d at on Friday is interested in hiring him to play every Friday. The rate is higher than the weekly rate of the PT job. Between both jobs he should be able to make it.
It is grim but not hopeless.
I have sent him the phone numbers for shelters and the suicide hotline.
I don’t think there is much else that I can do from another country, 2 time zones away.
It feels sucky to be in this position.