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I am not proud to say that I have experimented with a few bad substances in my younger years, but I’m really proud to say that I have gotten past that stage in my life and that I no longer feel the need to take narcotics to feel good.

Unfortunately, an old friend of mine fell back into one of our old past times that we used to indulge in on the weekends when we were room mates back when the air was clean and a beer was 10 cents a draft at the bar.

You see, back then, we both were into snorting up the good ol’ cocaine. Yes, I did that foolish thing. We would get a few grams of the shit and spend a few nights awake doing the damn stuff. Never sleeping, or doing anything productive…just got high and went with the ride that shit gave us. “Yes it felt great, but it takes away a lot too.”

We both were staying in a house that we shared, and we both hit a pivotal moment when we both realized how bad things were getting when we started to talk about selling things to make money for our next fix. It was then that we both actually hung up the habit. Thankfully, we did that then, before we were completely addicted.

Years have gone by, we both went our separate ways. We both went on to become grown ups and responsible people. He, had gotten married, and then divorced, he also had some kids… Me on the other hand remained single and childless…. not to my own will mind you. Just waiting for that special one I think?

Well anyway, as we stopped the contact over the past few years, I really haven’t talked to my old buddy (I’ll Call Him D.B. and only friends know who that is), he has had a string of bad luck. A marriage that went bad, and an accident that cost him an eye are just a couple of things that I learned through some good friends of mine that still keep friendships going between them. I’m not saying I am NOT friends with them, but the communication has been somewhat non existent over the past few years. I guess we’ve just grown apart, but I still say they are my friends even though we don’t cross paths.

I have always thought that D.B. was on the straight and narrow, living the good life despite the unfortunate events that happened to him in the past. But, I received a phone call from a friend of mine that has been keeping the friendship going between both him and D.B. and actually keeping me up to date with the latest gossip, to tell me that D.B. has Over Dosed on cocaine.

A good friend of mine, who I thought we both kicked a nasty habit with, has fallen into a medical induced coma due to taking over 7 grams of dust! WTF!!!???

Memories of growing up in Lincoln with him flooded my mind. I tried to keep the feeling to myself as my friend was talking to me about the news.

The only thing that I keep saying in my head is, “WHY? Why did he go back to that shit?” I though he was so clean and had his life in cue.

He’s on day 5 now apparently, and from the news I got, things are not looking good.

I’m hoping he pulls though, I really do. Even though we haven’t been in contact for several years, he is still one of my best friends.

I just want him to pull though so I can personally go up to him and SLAP him in the back of the head and say, “WTF were you thinking!!!??”