My Granddad did it when he was alive.
Drank, gambled, lost something massive like the house my dad lived in, they all had to do a midnight flit as the people he was involved with were bad.
My Dad has never, ever drunk for fear of turning out like his father.
My Dad has very few photographs or special things from his childhood.
They all got left behind when they had to do a runner out of the house he had lost.
It once happened on christmas eve...he lost my Dads house.
I had another friend.
A doctor.
He narrowly avoided being struck off and sent to prison because he only stole from his staff and not patients.
He lost everything - his home, his marriage, his kids, his career, his reputation. It was all over the newspapers.
At one point he was sleeping in his car.
I have no idea where he is now.
He has disappeared off the face of the earth.
Seems like most addictions have the same rock bottoms Big.
YEF
(your european friend)
xx