This is a piece I wrote last June, after getting an email, bearing the news of another dead friend. I know that I have heard this sentiment from so many others. Sometimes, it just seems like they are dropping like flies. Almost all of them, seem to die from overdose, or from drugs or alcohol in some way. It makes my heart so heavy. And yet, it makes me incredibly thankful that tomorrow I will wake up to enjoy the sunrise. It makes me so thankful to breathe this earthly air. I am one of the lucky ones.
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Reading the article about an unusually high number of heroin overdose deaths in South Carolina, I was struck with a host of feelings and emotions. Officials believe these deaths could be attributed to a more pure heroin, and my mind started thinking about it all. I was transported back to one of my experiences with the "bomb-ass dope," and I realized that it changed my life.
Reading a recent article about the crisis surrounding Oxycontin in Ontario, as the ban on the drug has put more and more addict's into a desperate position, my mind reaches back to the old days, and I remember the feelings of desperation. I relate to the tens of thousands of Oxycontin addicts suffering in Ontario, and I know that at one time I would have done anything to relieve the desperation, the sickness, the insanity. And I realize, they, too, will do the same.