Still no word from friendly, I haven't talked to him since I was trying to detox at my mothers house a little over a month ago. He had called me in the middle of the night to hang out but of course I couldn't just walk out of my mother's house and come back under the influence of drugs (which would have been exactly what happened). The next day I was hoping he would call because his phone got shut off but I haven't heard from him since then. Then, last week me and some other junkies were getting high in my car when one of my homeboys asked if anyone had heard from him. I said that I hadn't heard from him then he said that last he heard he was dead...and that the last time he talked to him it was in the middle of the night and he was rambling some shit about space ships or some shit like that. I know he was doing a lot of speed when he got back to Denver so I assume he was really spun out, that or he was doing crack. Every time I used crack with him he always never made since so that could be a possibility.
I personally didn't want to believe he was dead but sadly me and Jason were talking about him recently too and he said that the people where he picks up his prescriptions (which is the same place Friendly goes) said that he was dead also. That being said I really don't know how I feel anymore about this whole thing. Friendly was the guy who I first did Heroin, Crack and Methamphetamine with. Shit, he was my gateway into the world of hard drugs. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it just hurts me to think he is gone. I may have not kicked with the guy much when he got back but that is because he got us into situations which were bad and I didn't want to turn up dead in a dumpster which is where I would have ended up if I didn't at the very least take a break from hanging out with him. I mean really now, the first day we hang out when he got back he managed to get both of us held up at gunpoint.
I just hope he turns up or calls me someday soon, or dare I say it, get confirmation that he is dead so I know what happened. The kid was like a brother to me. Homeless or not, our relationship went more then skin deep...literally.
I personally didn't want to believe he was dead but sadly me and Jason were talking about him recently too and he said that the people where he picks up his prescriptions (which is the same place Friendly goes) said that he was dead also. That being said I really don't know how I feel anymore about this whole thing. Friendly was the guy who I first did Heroin, Crack and Methamphetamine with. Shit, he was my gateway into the world of hard drugs. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it just hurts me to think he is gone. I may have not kicked with the guy much when he got back but that is because he got us into situations which were bad and I didn't want to turn up dead in a dumpster which is where I would have ended up if I didn't at the very least take a break from hanging out with him. I mean really now, the first day we hang out when he got back he managed to get both of us held up at gunpoint.
I just hope he turns up or calls me someday soon, or dare I say it, get confirmation that he is dead so I know what happened. The kid was like a brother to me. Homeless or not, our relationship went more then skin deep...literally.