"Today the words don't mean enough for us to say"
I stare into the toilet and I urinate. It seems like I'm spending minutes, not seconds, holding my penis and emptying my bladder. So I ponder and think about what else I want to extract from my life. I think about all my friends that I have lost to Heroin, either physically, mentally, or just simply lost.
To: all those who do heroin and/or oxycotton recreationally
Stay the fuck away from me. I am sorry and this doesn't help an addict, but I must honestly say this to thee:
'Anyone who does those drugs recreationally is DEAD to me.'
No I'm not being insensitive, I'm just emotionally distraught from the death of a dear friend, the rehab of others and the lost of communication with the rest. Once this drug becomes a part of a persons life there is no room for anything else and they never truly quit. I am thankful for every day that I've not ever partaken in this dance. Because I'd be in the gutter, dead or pissing on myself and on my way there.