Fletcher moved to London from Northern Ireland to work on a building site.
He was charming, witty and extremely amusing. Everybody liked him and he got on with everyone.
He introduced me to underground raves and I took him with me when I travelled.
I knew him for several years and helped him as much as I could.
But he had a problem.
Drugs.
He couldn't maintain any relationship and couldn't stay in a job longer than two weeks.
He eventually went to work for an uncle in Australia to get away from the drug scene in London.
But when I went to visit him with his brother, it was evident that he hadn't changed.
He was clever and talented and it was very sad to see him wasting his life.
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