I'm a dirty old man on Social Security and pension attracted to young hustlers. I met you—a young, homeless hustler—downtown on the street corner, paying you for hot sex in my car and at baths. Biggest mistake: letting you, a hustler and manipulator and drug addict, move in with me. Then I found out you were a slob and an on-and-off screaming and shouting maniac, so that neighbors and I had to call the cops. Although I don't do drugs, I'm supporting your drug habits and still paying you for sex. I alone am paying for rent, telephone, TV, cable, and utilities. Now I'm having financial problems paying debts. How I want to be rid of you. But then you can be sweet as molasses and I melt.