"Yeah, I was there. The boss had gotten this morphine, and he started doing the morphine. Then bossman started doing heroin, and G said he'd never done heroin before, so boss tied him off."The kid G worked with when he was doing his apprenticeship dropped by tonight, and we talked for a bit. He's kind of appalled by G's spectacular descent, and we were talking about how well he seemed to have been doing before all this started, and kind of reminiscing on how bad it got, how quickly, and how sad it all is. I said that I'd never really been able to figure out how it all started, as he lies to me, and his friend told the story tonight. "Just between us," he requested. I'll keep it just between me, him, and the whole internet. I'm bad at secrets, I guess.
And I guess it doesn't matter when it started or where or why, and I'd already mostly known when it started, and where, and why. The timing was pretty easy to figure out from changes in his health and behavior, so I'd already known. But something about hearing the story, being able to picture it in my mind so well, just hurts.
Stumble It!
3 Folks Say:
oh that makes my stomach churn....... JW, we love you and are there for you.
I totally know what you mean. When my husband did his first step, he read it to me, the night before he shared with his group. And both of us cried. It was just so painful and sad.
yuck. fuck heroin.
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