@layman,
layman wrote:If that same bum points a gun at me and tells me it's his crib now, I wouldn't throw him out.
From the sound of it, you wouldn't throw his ass out either, eh, Max? You'd probably just ask if it was OK to get some money from your desk drawer before you left, so you could get a motel room and a meal.
Of course he's say, "OK, but make it quick, ************," and you would think he was being generous. Then, when you were almost out the door, he would go upside your sorry head with a piece of lead pipe, take all your money, roll you down your front steps, then lock the door.
If and when you came to, you would vaguely remember what happened and say to yourself: "It's my own damn fault--I shouldn't have made him mad."