I haven’t blogged much in the past couple years, but there
is so much I can talk about. Happiness. Depression. Mental ward. Pregnancy. Homelessness.
The list just goes on and on. But that’s my life: ups and downs, and in a
dramatic way. The good thing is that I have friends and family, and some of
them I owe in a big way. Sometimes I wish things could be different, but they
aren’t. C’est la vie.
A guy I know died of a heroin overdose yesterday. I’m not
sure how to feel about it because while it was tragic, he was kind of a dick.
He was 45 years old and lived with his mom. He had no job, no girlfriend, and
no ambition at all except to score his next high. His mom found him unconscious
and not breathing in the basement last night, lying among the cat hairballs and
dirty laundry. His spoon, lighter, cup of water, and syringe were all sitting
on top of the washer. She called the paramedics and they worked on him for
about 45 minutes, but he’s still dead. I’m thinking that the crime rate in his
neighborhood will prolly drop now. He was THAT guy. If he wasn’t stealing
things he was ‘borrowing’ and then pawning what he borrowed. He was everybody’s
friend, until he did them wrong or they needed something from him. I imagine the only person who will miss him
is his dealer. From what I’ve heard, even his mom waited an hour before calling
911. Word around the campfire is that she wanted to make sure he was dead
before she called.
Anyway, I wanted to say that. I’ll start posting more often
for anybody who wants to listen. Until then … peace.
