Kinda off topic so skip if you want:
Sup everyone. Not sure if many of you remember me. It's been a really long time since I've been on here. A lot of majorly traumatic events have happened to me in the last six months.
I moved into a new house with my best friend S in June. It was everything we could have asked for. It wasn't the nicest place but we finally had our own crib. My friend got into some questionable activity (I'm sure you can guess) and ended up becoming a target for people to rob.
A month after we lived there, someone broke into his room and stole 9 grand while he was gone. Months of hard work down the drain.
Not a month after that, our house got raided. He lost even more with that one and now faces serious charges. I got charged with paraphernalia...
The next month, we became the target of a home invasion. Two ghetto ass motherfuckers forced my friend inside, beat the shit out of us with guns and lost a lot of valuables. They took our phones, keys, and wallets, and left us stranded at 2am in our home.
Two months later, a couple weeks ago. On Christmas Eve, he and I decided to take some acid with our other good friend L. And he decided to pop ~15 super strong pressed Xanax pills to abort his trip. He was awake for hours still in a horrifyingly delirious state. L and I were really scared because he had been depressed and was talking about ending things in a very vague way. Eventually he passed out. My other friend and I took a few bars to calm down and try to enjoy our trip.
The next morning, the other friend L, took my car to get some food but he was still so fucked up he fell out at the wheel and totaled my car. I woke up to the news and was still so fucked up I didn't know what to do. I had to go with L's dad to bail him out of jail.
When I got back, S was on the bed barely breathing. He tried to OD himself with roxis and Xanax, and was unconscious for several hours.
When he woke up he was in an absolute rage. He put the dog out in his car, loaded up his .38 revolver and shot himself in the head without saying anything. L and I ran into the room, and he was bleeding profusely but still alive. We pulled him onto the floor while calling 911, turned him on his side and tried to get him to stop choking on his own blood. I thought he was going to bleed out without a doubt. He struggled to stay alive.
When paramedics and cops got there, they had L and I stand in separate areas. I was still tripping and so barred out that my memory was shot. They kept asking me questions and I'd get the facts straight but not the order or time. The whole thing seemed so surreal. Like I was waiting any moment to wake up.
He's still alive and making slow recovery but he'll never be the same again. That's my best friend. And it happened on Christmas. These last couple weeks have been so difficult. I miss the fuck out of him, we've been best friends since 1st grade. One of the things that's hurt our friendship recently has been our inability to quit roxis. I'm trying to stay clean for him. This is my fifth day without one.
Admittedly I did take some benzos last night to ease my mind and get some sleep, so I guess with further ado-
OT:
3mg Clonazepam
2mg Alprazolam
Bong rips of some pretty good nug
Sorry to bring any negativity to the thread, just had to get some things off my chest.
Peace BLers. Hope all is well with everyone. %)