"D" always had an addictive personality. When we were younger he would watch every movie that came out. At times he would watch two or three in one day. As time went on he got into collecting action figures. He would buy five or six at a time. When I was in my early teens I remember coming across a huge garbage bag in his room. Curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to peak inside. It was full of beer cans. I shrugged it off and went on with my life. As time went on "D" and I grew apart. His actions became erratic. He broke into my mom's house while she was on vacation. I disowned him. A few years ago he apologized to me, so I forgave him. We started spending time together again, but he was different. There was always a glassy look in his eyes and he often couldn't keep food down. Again, I didn't think much of it. I told myself he was working too hard. Suddenly "D" disappeared. His wife and family had no idea where he was. The last time I talked to him, he was trying to sell me the figure collection that he had taken so much pride in. That was almost two years ago. I have no idea what "D" is addicted to now or where it has taken him."