My mother told me that my pathetic uncle which I mentioned in ancient blog post (went to Vietnam, married a teenager 20 years younger than him, had a baby, lives in someone elses garage with said family, teenage wife gets into gambling debt with Cabramatta gangsters, wife pleads for money from husband, wife divorces husband leaving him with the kid in a garage) has asked my father if he could move in to our house because he is basically dead.
Lets put it this way. My family is struggling with paying for shit right now. The last thing we need is a second, older version of my brother to further burden our economical situation.
I DON'T HELP PEOPLE IN NEED. THAT IS A PATHETIC NOTION. I HELP PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT.