I have a friend and a former co-worker who has been an addict for over 20 years.
I have known him since highschool.
He lost his wife, two children, the respect of those that know him, his self respect and now his health. He is 47 years old, one year younger than I yet he looks to be in 60s. I don't think he'll live another year.
He was a very gifted artesan and could fabricate just about any shape in sheet metal as well as an excellent welder. At the start of his addiction in the early '80s he was earning $50k and was well on his way to becoming a legend in this town of legendary clients. people sought our shop out because of his ornamental gate work. there wasn't a day that would go by that a rolls, bentley or ferrari or a lagonda or something exotic wouldn't be in the parking lot in front of the shop, it's owner commi$$iong gate and access control work. this was solely because of his talent. he was a very witty and affable and felt very at ease with people who were famous and wealthy. he treated them as people and his formula worked for him. consequently he and the owner of the shop (who was an accomplished and talented fabricator in his own right) were often invited to many of the house warming parties at these palatial estates.
today he sleeps on filthy mattress and showers with garden hose in the back of my shop. he lives off of the charity that myself and others from his past offer him. he can no longer afford cocaine but he hordes brass, copper and aluminum that I allow him to collect and hauls them to the smelter up the road aways in a supermarket shopping cart then buys rum and drinks himself into oblivion about once or twice a week.
the only positive that comes from his situation comes in the form of a cautionary tale. many of his creations were photographed and serve as our display for people to admire and assist them in selecting something for their residences. the younger guys know the work and the talent that it took to create it. no one would believe that the wretch in the shop was also the creator of those fine specimen of workmanship but that three of us that worked along side and under him way back when testify to the fact.
Vice is alluring but the price the individual ultimately pays for his vices is freightening.