Level -> RE: Sunday Morning Stories: Dealing with addicts (6/10/2007 10:34:38 AM)
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J. was my best friend for over 20 years. He and I did a lot of shit together, some good, some bad. One of the bad things was enjoying pills, a little too much. I saw the warning signs, and quit, he didn't. He got to the point where he was taking 10 or 15 somas, or a handful of Vikaden, daily. He came over to the apartment one day, and almost hit a neighbor's car. Long story short, I told him to not come back until he got his head out of his ass. I didn't see him again for about two years, until one day at work, I got a phone call. He was in jail, and begged me to bond him out. Against my better judgement, I did. I was cold towards him, I guess, ignoring his offer of going to visit him, and laughing when he said he'd pay me back the bond money. About three months later, he died. I did the best I could to be his friend, I honestly believe that, but I still wonder what I could have done differently, sometimes.
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