So, I found out last night that an old friend of mine has died. An otherwise relatively healthy guy, he died of a heart attack at 30 years old after doing cocaine. I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm frustrated. The last time I talked to him I yelled at him and told him that I didn't give a rats ass that he only did hard drugs "from time to time". I regret that that was our last conversation in his lifetime. I'm furious that he didn't listen to me. And damn it I miss him.
Why do people always think "not me"? They say things like, "Well, it's not like I'm shooting heroin or anything. I'm just having a good time." I've watched so many people die for the most senseless reasons, but I thought that finally I had gotten those people out of my life or that they had finally grown up. Why do people have to be so fucking stupid?
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