About 10 years ago, I hired a young guy straight outta Hampden-Sydney...Lax player. Smart, funny, hard worker...sold a ton of cars for about 6 months. Then he started showing the classic signs of addiction. Turns out he had gotten a taste for oxy after hurting his back in college. I fired him and rehired three separate times while he battled and relapsed. We finally agreed to part ways around 2016.
Just found out he passed this weekend. 33 years old.
Brutal.