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I read this story and was sad by it. Obviously someone has a real problem and whomever he is in a relationship with suffers from his problem as well. I’ve never seen something so extreme at the OTB through the years but that must have been painful to watch. My OTB story is that when I was 19 I stopped at one to put in a daily double for my uncle. While sitting to watch the first race a guy came up to me and asked if I wanted to split an 8 ball. This was 1990. I was a straight edge kid with some basic street knowledge but knew nothing about drugs. My response to him was where is the pool table ? He laughed and walked away. I never went back there after i learned what it meant .
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