Met him when I was 11 and he was 15. He was the tough kid at school but always nice to me and stood up for younger kids. This experience was so formative, I based a lot of my personality around him.
Tried messaging him again in December but he deleted his account before reading it. Later found out he got arrested for trying to rob his neighbour’s house and people were calling him a “smackhead” / heroin addict.
I always knew he was kind of a rebel but I never thought he’d end up like that.
doing life for attempted robbery? I think you don’t have the full story.
That does seem quite excessive.
Doing life for attempted robbery? What kind of country do you live in?
Former heroin addict here.
The one thing we all have in common is that we are in some kind of pain that we are trying to escape—it is a painkiller after all. What people don’t know when they start is that it also kills all feelings of remorse or decency because you can’t feel the pain of embarrassment or social expectations. It is a sneaky high that doesn’t hook you at first, and the moment you wake up sick, you’re already on the wagon.
I’m sorry your friend wound up doing that, and I’m sorry for how it affected you. I hope you get to the point where you can integrate the awareness that addicts of hard drugs are victims of a chemical that is changing their entire perception of reality sometimes, and they often don’t understand what is really going on until the consequences become severe. I hope your friend gets the help they need to see what is happening to them and how to stop the damage.
Opiates are no joke, I was in an accident a year ago were I hurt my back, broke a handful of ribs, collapsed a lung and crushed my right leg. The hardest part of that was coming of that shit after a month, holy shit that was rough. If I didn’t have my wife to support me I would probably be in deep today.
I’m glad you found some peace. Look after yourself and keep living life fantastically.
Thank you! I’ve been clean for 17 years, but had a minor craving as recently as two weeks ago. It’s a hard thing to forget about, but I like my life too much to fuck it up again.
