I learned today via a message on Facebook that an old friend of mine, someone I was once very close to and spent a lot of time with, is now, at age 47, a crack addict. I was horrified. Am horrified. I haven’t seen this person in 24 years, but have thought of him often — and now I’m going to think of this often. As you can imagine, all the ramifications of addiction have played out across his relationships, and now no one knows where he is. All day, I debated whether or not I was going to post this here, but my astonishment seems to demand it. I’ve known all sorts of people with all sorts of problems, and an inordinate number of suicides (both successful and attempted), but at the moment, this one seems most horrible. Should I add what a waste this is, of someone I was very fond of, someone very very talented?

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