IT WAS the 1980s, greed was good, and William “Preston” King was on top of the world.

The stockbroker, who was pals with[at]Wolf of Wall Street[at]Jordan Belfort, raked in the dough from plum jobs with Merrill Lynch and Oppenheimer & Co, living large in a New York City loft and driving around in a BMW.

But the tall, blue-eyed-and-blond regular at downtown dance clubs partied too hard, sucking down Rémy Martin and Cokes and snorting mountains of cocaine.

The good times turned into a downward spiral that lasted three decades, and led him to a life on the streets, sleeping on empty pizza boxes on a footpath, his family says.

“The kid had everything at his fingertips,” said King’s younger sister, Kristine, who learnt of his plight from a photo in[at]The New York Post. “Anything he wanted he could have.”




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