Iinhalef3tty
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3Oyr old male, started dabbling with "chemical enhancements" After graduating high school and going to University For human psychology everything was good back them.
Anyways I went through my "testing" phase during years In University I figured out quickly that I liked both Uppers & downers (Painkillers) and believe it or not I actually graduated and was on my way to Success and then it Happened..
I Hate even mentioning this day but it happened , I was taking police foundations as with my psychology degree I was trying to get into detective work and conduct criminal interrogations and profile building, let's just say some cases that we studied in depth offered counciling after, I liked to think I was desensitized to death.
I was walking back from visiting a friend who just had stomach surgery and was walking back to my apartment I noticed a ambulance flying by and police car, I was on top of the walking bridge and noticed all the emergency vehicles in front of a "Friends house" This was alarming as it was but even more alarming because my younger brother who had just gotten out of jail was there , (Allegedly) he was running a business out of house so I kept my cool and approached the scene
Emergency vehicles everywhere. Tape, guys in hazmat suits it was chaos but my first thought was he shot someone & was going back to jail... I joined the crowd of people that started forming and then I heard " Are you his Brother? " I'm not going to get to graphic because even all these years later I can still hear that zipper and see his face..... I ended up BOLTING to my parents house and I told my Mother what Happened she thought i was just high outta my mind until Emergency services a pastor started coming to the door I went outside and sat on my grass waiting to hear it , The scream that came out of my Mom was something I've never heard nor want to hear again next my dad shows up and I remember him asking what happened then the way he said "My babies dead" still fucking haunts me...that's as deep as I wanna go, He was dead @ 19 yrs old from a overdose. Well I didn't take this well at all (My parents handled it better,) But I don't wanna even know how it feels to outlive your child. The police didn't find my Brothers stash ( they did find some loose blow, couple xanax & half a 100 fentanyl patch) but me and the person who's house he was at did and we indulged for MONTHS literal Months and by the end of this binge I was shooting fent and meth every waking second of everyday did I mention that I had around 40k of his money to... so as you could imagine it got dark quick, I eventually get news that the person who house we was using was being charged with negligence causing death , Turns out his autopsy showed that the ammount of xanax and methadone (plus alcohol) in his system was ENORMOUS (x15 the lethal amount) and his body also showed that he was left for around 36 hours after death This person worked 2 shifts while he was rotting in there before her parents downstairs started noticing that "smell"
She claims they were hooking up ect if they were how didn't she notice him dead? It makes no sense... Anyways she ended up getting off as my Brother was a known drug user/dealer and according to the lawyers another "statistic" it's been 11 years and I still ain't over it I'm hopelessly hooked on fent , for what it's worth I don't inject anymore but I'm smoking constantly.. That's how I started I lost everything I worked so hard towards and now I'm known around my area as the junky who blew it
Anyways I went through my "testing" phase during years In University I figured out quickly that I liked both Uppers & downers (Painkillers) and believe it or not I actually graduated and was on my way to Success and then it Happened..
I Hate even mentioning this day but it happened , I was taking police foundations as with my psychology degree I was trying to get into detective work and conduct criminal interrogations and profile building, let's just say some cases that we studied in depth offered counciling after, I liked to think I was desensitized to death.
I was walking back from visiting a friend who just had stomach surgery and was walking back to my apartment I noticed a ambulance flying by and police car, I was on top of the walking bridge and noticed all the emergency vehicles in front of a "Friends house" This was alarming as it was but even more alarming because my younger brother who had just gotten out of jail was there , (Allegedly) he was running a business out of house so I kept my cool and approached the scene
Emergency vehicles everywhere. Tape, guys in hazmat suits it was chaos but my first thought was he shot someone & was going back to jail... I joined the crowd of people that started forming and then I heard " Are you his Brother? " I'm not going to get to graphic because even all these years later I can still hear that zipper and see his face..... I ended up BOLTING to my parents house and I told my Mother what Happened she thought i was just high outta my mind until Emergency services a pastor started coming to the door I went outside and sat on my grass waiting to hear it , The scream that came out of my Mom was something I've never heard nor want to hear again next my dad shows up and I remember him asking what happened then the way he said "My babies dead" still fucking haunts me...that's as deep as I wanna go, He was dead @ 19 yrs old from a overdose. Well I didn't take this well at all (My parents handled it better,) But I don't wanna even know how it feels to outlive your child. The police didn't find my Brothers stash ( they did find some loose blow, couple xanax & half a 100 fentanyl patch) but me and the person who's house he was at did and we indulged for MONTHS literal Months and by the end of this binge I was shooting fent and meth every waking second of everyday did I mention that I had around 40k of his money to... so as you could imagine it got dark quick, I eventually get news that the person who house we was using was being charged with negligence causing death , Turns out his autopsy showed that the ammount of xanax and methadone (plus alcohol) in his system was ENORMOUS (x15 the lethal amount) and his body also showed that he was left for around 36 hours after death This person worked 2 shifts while he was rotting in there before her parents downstairs started noticing that "smell"
She claims they were hooking up ect if they were how didn't she notice him dead? It makes no sense... Anyways she ended up getting off as my Brother was a known drug user/dealer and according to the lawyers another "statistic" it's been 11 years and I still ain't over it I'm hopelessly hooked on fent , for what it's worth I don't inject anymore but I'm smoking constantly.. That's how I started I lost everything I worked so hard towards and now I'm known around my area as the junky who blew it
