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Ok, less depressing story that was mortifying at the time, but now is hilarious.

So my dad was a problem gambler. Hed get into a manic phase and go off to the casino for days at a time.

He came back after an all nighter absolutely stinking of scotch. It woulda been about 9 in the morning. Apparently, hed gotten into a fist fight in the early hours of the morning, got ejected and ended up chilling, chatting to the homeless people in the street. He gave them all his winnings (that, I actually believe. He was generous to a fault, particularly if hed won big at the casino and was riding a manic phase).

He came back with a *cause* though. He was going to use his industry contacts to organise and fund a charity for homeless people. He was going to start by going down to the local church and getting the preacher involved.

So he had a shower and shave, dressed in his best suit and decided Id come along with him.

So we rock up at the church and knock on the door of the rectory. A crazy-eyed guy in a suit who still absolutely reeked of booze and had obviously not had any sleep, with this weird little goth kid in tow.

Thos old guy in tracksuit pants and a t-shirt opens the door and my dad launched into his spiel. Oh, the reverend (or whatever he was) isnt in. Youll have to talk to one of the elders.

So he goes and gets one of the elders, this old starchy matron of a woman. When she saw (and smelled) my dad, she got an expression like wed taken a dump on her doorstep. My dad launched into his spiel.

Oh, you should talk to the reverend.

And she goes and gets the old guy.

That obsession lasted a few weeks, but was replaced by his idea to start up a taco truck business.