He'd probably have a better time managing his funds if he kicked the alcohol habit though. The boxes were full and he hadn't even finished. The living room and the bedroom were mostly clear, but there was still a good deal of them lingering in the kitchen. He had to enlist the bedroom wastebasket and a bucket he'd found in the bathroom for the rest. When he was done, he had a collection that could have been either real impressive or real pathetic, depending on one's stance. In his current mood, he was leaning toward the latter.
It was funny though, how much cleaner his apartment looked after he'd taken away all those bottles. Like someone half-way respectable might have lived there, instead of him. That, as far as it went, was misleading. Even with the addition of Faber, the apartment still didn't have any respectable residents.