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last night i am working at my part time job in a club. in walks an old friend i hadn't seen in 4 years. i had heard he got into pain pills, oxys, and heroin. he was telling me how he went to rehab and had just got out of jail for some petty thefts he used to fuel his addiction. he was always in good shape and came out of jail pretty large. i was excited to see he had cleaned up and was looking forward to training with him again. it was a nice reunion
i get a phone call this morning and was told he fucking dead, od'd on his moms couch. i guess i will never comprehend what it is like to be addicted to crap like that. he seemed so fine and then wham, he's gone a few hours later.
26 years old, before all that crap happened he was 3 months away from completed med school.
RIP brother, you will always be loved.
i get a phone call this morning and was told he fucking dead, od'd on his moms couch. i guess i will never comprehend what it is like to be addicted to crap like that. he seemed so fine and then wham, he's gone a few hours later.
26 years old, before all that crap happened he was 3 months away from completed med school.
RIP brother, you will always be loved.