That's a bummer. I, on two occasions, have had the same guy, who doesn't remember we used to climb together, come up to me asking for work as a groundie cause his knees aren't right anymore. I hate to say no, his memory or not as he was a great climber, but he himself has been in and out of rehab. This biz is crazy. I just lost my ground guy a few weeks ago cause he couldn't keep the bottle out of his mouth or the pills away from his liver. I cannot afford that kind of liability. I picked another kid up and it turns out he is a pill head also, Bye. I am sure we have all been down one road or another that we're not proud of, but doesn't it end when or if you grow up?