Richie Gregg lives in his foreclosed childhood home and the only reason he’s still alive is that they haven't shut off the electricity. Even with a ventilator pushing air into the 43-year-old's deteriorating lungs, he often wakes up in the night gasping for breath. Sometimes he can’t gather enough to yell for help — he certainly can’t call an ambulance. So he throws whatever is in reach at the back of his bedroom door until his housemates wake up.