I am a new user but have browsed forums for years. Anyway I want to share an incident that is tragic beyond words.
My friend was a good person. He owned a business, and was successful at a young age. I met him through my sister and he needed help so I worked for him for a time. This was in the late 90s. The nature of the business was bar slots or 8-liners and we would bring machines in and out as needed, make occasional collections, repairs, etc.
He was always a party person. He liked his stims and beer. Lots of coke, prescription pills, etc. He let us smoke weed if we weren't going to locations, such as working on machines at his place. Anyway so now you have a picture of who he was. A good guy who liked drugs.
Fast forward to 20 years later. I had quit working for him long ago due to the pay not being great, lifestyle wasn't for me (I lived with him for a time, it was fun but not for me). I came back home after losing a good job in Minneapolis, and reconnected with him as he expanded into kratom sales online, and i was using it for my teeth pain and the energy when I didnt have painkillers. And he was a friend to me and my family even though I quit working for him, so we started hanging out again. A series of unfortunate set backs with his car situation, and Amazon suspending kratom sales worked against him. He was on a decline for money. So he got prescriptions from a doctor, and I would give him rides and such, he would pay me, and it was all good. So I started to care about his well being and was concerned. I offered to help him. Then I had a baby and needed a steady check. I had to suspend my plans and I informed him I would help here and there but cannot work full time, only part time. He was getting more and more desperate and depressed. I felt bad and stopped over as he was generous with his hospitality and let me stay if needed in a spare bedroom. Since I lived in another city 45 min south, I stopped coming by as much. It was a long drive and I had to be home after work for the kid.
So I am going to get to the point. He lost a location, his last. I was told he was up all night as he could not sleep. Sometime in the early morning hours of the 5th of July, he and a friend took a line of e-hexadrone or hexen. His girlfriend was gone and came back to them both unconscious. They were able to revive his friend, who ended up in the ICU for a couple days, but not him. He texted me the day before. I was planning on visiting that weekend. Instead, I went to his funeral yesterday.
Please, please be careful if you mess with hexen. Too much can kill, especially if you mix or abuse other drugs. We are waiting on the toxicology report. Maybe his heart gave out. Maybe he was bumping all night. Maybe he mixed drugs, Only thing I know is I lost one of my best friends because of this stuff.
My friend was a good person. He owned a business, and was successful at a young age. I met him through my sister and he needed help so I worked for him for a time. This was in the late 90s. The nature of the business was bar slots or 8-liners and we would bring machines in and out as needed, make occasional collections, repairs, etc.
He was always a party person. He liked his stims and beer. Lots of coke, prescription pills, etc. He let us smoke weed if we weren't going to locations, such as working on machines at his place. Anyway so now you have a picture of who he was. A good guy who liked drugs.
Fast forward to 20 years later. I had quit working for him long ago due to the pay not being great, lifestyle wasn't for me (I lived with him for a time, it was fun but not for me). I came back home after losing a good job in Minneapolis, and reconnected with him as he expanded into kratom sales online, and i was using it for my teeth pain and the energy when I didnt have painkillers. And he was a friend to me and my family even though I quit working for him, so we started hanging out again. A series of unfortunate set backs with his car situation, and Amazon suspending kratom sales worked against him. He was on a decline for money. So he got prescriptions from a doctor, and I would give him rides and such, he would pay me, and it was all good. So I started to care about his well being and was concerned. I offered to help him. Then I had a baby and needed a steady check. I had to suspend my plans and I informed him I would help here and there but cannot work full time, only part time. He was getting more and more desperate and depressed. I felt bad and stopped over as he was generous with his hospitality and let me stay if needed in a spare bedroom. Since I lived in another city 45 min south, I stopped coming by as much. It was a long drive and I had to be home after work for the kid.
So I am going to get to the point. He lost a location, his last. I was told he was up all night as he could not sleep. Sometime in the early morning hours of the 5th of July, he and a friend took a line of e-hexadrone or hexen. His girlfriend was gone and came back to them both unconscious. They were able to revive his friend, who ended up in the ICU for a couple days, but not him. He texted me the day before. I was planning on visiting that weekend. Instead, I went to his funeral yesterday.
Please, please be careful if you mess with hexen. Too much can kill, especially if you mix or abuse other drugs. We are waiting on the toxicology report. Maybe his heart gave out. Maybe he was bumping all night. Maybe he mixed drugs, Only thing I know is I lost one of my best friends because of this stuff.