In cold blood II
WHEN I first met Brooks Douglass 15 years ago, he was a restless 32-year-old state senator — the youngest ever elected in Oklahoma. Outside of politics, his life seemed to be a treadmill of small-time deals, but he was barely hanging on financially.
His first wife, a childhood sweetheart, had finally thrown in the towel when he sold their home, promising grand plans for a better one — plans that never panned out. He was trying to unload a garage full of latex gloves, another one of his get-rich-quick schemes, when she finally decided she’d had enough. He had remarried, but the same unfocused energy would ultimately contribute to the collapse of that union, too.