So true. It's so insidious because there's that vague hope that there's a tiny chance he finds it and never goes back to work, or whatever.

It's right there, balanced just at the end of his fingertips over the gaping maw of madness, like Indie in the Last Crusade reaching for the Holy Grail.

He needs that kindly father figure to tell him

"Lett et gohh, shon..."

I had binders full of Pokemon cards as a kid. Just collected em. They just disappeared after a few moves. It bothers me intensely to this day, what I could sell them for and what that could solve, or even just knowing what the heck happened. I wish I never bothered with them...

Yep, kinda sad, his life being consumed by that one mistake and not getting therapy and moving on.