Chuck was a sex addict who liked a party. I met him when I was having problems paying my propane bill. He offered to help once he saw what I looked like. He took care of my propane bill and most of my rent. We would see each other a few times a week at my apartment, or he would come see me if I was dancing. He liked to get his freak on. I had to call him Chucky combat monster in bed. He told me I'd never have to worry about money. But that was a lie. The whole family is not what everyone thinks. From what I've been told the uncle is a closet porn addict. Anyone want to buy a guitar? I still have his