This is sort of a thread about recreational drugs. But it serves a purpose, so i ask if the mods could please leave it.
A lot of people dont know about my past, and I know most people are judgement robots but when I was 17-19 I had a serious problem with extacy and meth. *SERIOUS* So bad i started manufacturing it and it got busted when I was 19. The 7 year sentence was more than enough to straighten my ass out.
I was a regular middle class white boy from a populated area in the burbs.
Had hopes dreams and aspirations like everyone else.
BUt the point here is if I didnt get busted, theres was a high chance the next time i od'ed it would have been terminal.
So my life forked immensely. I dropped my "bad" group of friends. Who I continued see every once and a while just to make sure they were alright. 2 of them have since died to drugs.
Yesterday morning my bro called and gave me the news that a good friend od'ed in his sleep. And i didnt know how to react. This was like strike 3 for me. I had flashbacks of wrestling with him on the mats in highschool, partying with him in college, even working the same 2 jobs together.
But I always had to keep a certain distance from him, because I always had this 'feeling'.
One thing that stuck out was how SMART this guy was, how FUNNY he was, college graduate with 2 degrees. SOOO much potential. I KNEW no I HOPED he was flying straight for good. The last thing youd ever expect meeting this guy was that he had a problem with drugs. Sharp as a whistle.
Well i thought about when i was hooked, how many of even my "good" friends were AFRAID to say ANYTHING to me about it. They were afraid of the confrontation. Because believe it or not, some people can manage a more than functional life and be getting high 15 times a day. Some people can't.
And I thought when I got out of prison. I was reborn. And if I ever saw someone struggling with this shit again, i wouldnt sit them down and talk about it. Id beat the shit out of them, scream at them, yell at them, because thats what I always needed when I was going through it. But people are masters at sweeping shit under the carpet.
Some people dont want to deal with it. But when you look a life long friend in the eyes as he lays in his coffin with a half a pack of marboro reds. When you see his little brother and his parents enfuriated with anger, crying thier brains out, you WISH you had said ANYTHING. You wished you didnt act so aloof about it.
So I propose to the the readers of this thread. Sympathy is not the function of this message. I can handle it, but what I cant handle is people being afraid to get involved in other peoples lives. Even if they reject it, who knows if deep down they were really screaming for help. All I ask is if you know anyone like this, dont shift the responsibility into the hands of thier immediate family, because truth is, they're only in deeper denial than you.
I guess this is part of life, you grow up, you learn through trial and error. But this was a complete waste of SOO much potential. Thats what makes me sick.
The wife he could have loved, the children he could have raised, the life he could have led, all thrown away. For an extra line of w/e.
I know its easy to distance yourself. But SOMEONE has to be strong. SOMEONE has to intervene, because if life fails to intervene, death will.
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~Bo
tried to leave him a RIP message but its set on approval.
for curiousity sake heres his profile.
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm...iendid=1239813
R.I.P brotha