Kick his ass into the gutter; tell him when he is ready to get out, to come see you about a job.
The few who do decide to work, do so for a couple of hours or they move like snails. When I try to light a fire under them, they get their pull-ups all wadded up and act like they want to beat the crap out of me.
Bunch of lazy turds. I think their mommies breast fed them for too long.