I also knew Paul when he worked for my agency. He was a friend I used to go fishing and hunting with. I remember one time he and I and a guy named Rory got permission to pheasant hunt on an old family friend's farm.

After we were done hunting, we realized the old woman needed firewood brought in. Paul and Rory and I spent the next several hours hauling wood. Paul never even batted an eye to help someone in need. When the bottle got to him, he really changed and I lost touch. He pushed everyone away and wished to be left alone. He is the second friend from my agency that died this way. A bad end for a good guy.