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Searching for a Missing Person is Like Trying to Find a Needle in a Haystack
Spent the day scouring a local area in search of a missing friend
My brother called last weekend and informed me that one of his best friends had gone missing. My brother lives in Reno and his friend recently moved in with his mom relatively close to my house here in Southern California.
My brother felt the pull to come down here and search for his missing friend. “A” moved down to Los Angeles County a year ago, sold his home in Reno, and was living off of the money. His money ran out and his credit cards were maxed out plus he was unemployed.
I imagine that with everything else he was dealing with, this might have been a breaking point.
The last time I saw his friend “A” he was very drunk. You see, he is still stuck in addiction like I was 3 years ago. The stale smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the room when he came into my home this past summer to visit my brother when he was here.
I was instantly uncomfortable because the remembrance of how I was is painful to be around. It is probably also what I need to see from time to time.
He was loud and obnoxious and completely embarrassing as he treated the server poorly when we went out for…
