Randy S.
I would be at my desk and my pinky would start tapping, that was in July of 2001 I was 49 years old.
I had a doctor's appointment, with a nice old neurologist, who treated Katherine Hepburn. He told me and my wife I had Parkinson's. I got weepy and walked out, I was devastated and I said to my wife, "I got to get out of here." I just couldn't handle it. I didn't know what to do.
I flew down to Florida the next day, to clear my mind. I came back to my wife and said, "I need a year to figure this out." Took a year, took two years, three years, four years. I started getting hedonistic. I loved everything, gambling, women, restaurants. Took my wife to jewelry stores, bought her nice watches. Started pissing away money at an alarming rate, I felt compelled to spend, to have a good time, because I could always make money, I thought.
After about, I'd say 2006, I was running very low on funds, very low, and I found out that one of the medications I was on causes compulsivity. I was a little bit compulsive before then but this was like the match that lit the fire. I was crazy. I was a pilot. I loved high-speed boats. I was picking up checks for everybody, strip clubs, buying boats, summer houses in the Hamptons. My wife didn't know. I took care of all the finances. Basically, we're broke. This house is up for short sale now. I can't meet the mortgage.
I had a doctor's appointment, with a nice old neurologist, who treated Katherine Hepburn. He told me and my wife I had Parkinson's. I got weepy and walked out, I was devastated and I said to my wife, "I got to get out of here." I just couldn't handle it. I didn't know what to do.
I flew down to Florida the next day, to clear my mind. I came back to my wife and said, "I need a year to figure this out." Took a year, took two years, three years, four years. I started getting hedonistic. I loved everything, gambling, women, restaurants. Took my wife to jewelry stores, bought her nice watches. Started pissing away money at an alarming rate, I felt compelled to spend, to have a good time, because I could always make money, I thought.
After about, I'd say 2006, I was running very low on funds, very low, and I found out that one of the medications I was on causes compulsivity. I was a little bit compulsive before then but this was like the match that lit the fire. I was crazy. I was a pilot. I loved high-speed boats. I was picking up checks for everybody, strip clubs, buying boats, summer houses in the Hamptons. My wife didn't know. I took care of all the finances. Basically, we're broke. This house is up for short sale now. I can't meet the mortgage.