powerranger
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It looks like no one has posted on this thread for a long time, and I was just directed to it, so I thought I'd contribute.
I don't even know the date, I think it was 2007 or early 2008.
I wish I had a picture of my kind of friend J. We hung out about 12 times throughout college, he was a friend of a friend. He lived like 70 miles away, but there were a few times when my roomate and I went to stay at his house for a weekend. He really like Xanax and alcohol and weed. That's all we thought he was into, and occaisionally coke and opiates, but not often.
Then last year I got an email saying police found him dead in front of his Xbox with 3 syringes lined up loaded w/ morphine, and one in his arm partially depressed. No one knows what he was thinking. With his knowledge of substances, he should have known how much more powerful IV morphine is than oral. But no one will even know. He was my friends' best friend since elementary school. It absolutely devestated him. Someone who you think only very rarely messes with opiates, and all of a sudden you discover he's been injecting morphine, OC, H for months?? And enough to OD and die? He was such a fun guy. What a horrible way for his parents and sister to find him, all blue and stiff with syringes lined up in front of him.
RIP J. You were one of the most fun people I ever met. We had so many great stories. He always brought spliffs with when he visited so he could smoke us out. But then after our shenannigans, he would get up early and clean up. Damn he was a nice guy. He didn't deserve to leave that way. It reminds me of Layne Staley. Once you've fallen into the needle trap, the only option is treatment or death.
I don't even know the date, I think it was 2007 or early 2008.
I wish I had a picture of my kind of friend J. We hung out about 12 times throughout college, he was a friend of a friend. He lived like 70 miles away, but there were a few times when my roomate and I went to stay at his house for a weekend. He really like Xanax and alcohol and weed. That's all we thought he was into, and occaisionally coke and opiates, but not often.
Then last year I got an email saying police found him dead in front of his Xbox with 3 syringes lined up loaded w/ morphine, and one in his arm partially depressed. No one knows what he was thinking. With his knowledge of substances, he should have known how much more powerful IV morphine is than oral. But no one will even know. He was my friends' best friend since elementary school. It absolutely devestated him. Someone who you think only very rarely messes with opiates, and all of a sudden you discover he's been injecting morphine, OC, H for months?? And enough to OD and die? He was such a fun guy. What a horrible way for his parents and sister to find him, all blue and stiff with syringes lined up in front of him.
RIP J. You were one of the most fun people I ever met. We had so many great stories. He always brought spliffs with when he visited so he could smoke us out. But then after our shenannigans, he would get up early and clean up. Damn he was a nice guy. He didn't deserve to leave that way. It reminds me of Layne Staley. Once you've fallen into the needle trap, the only option is treatment or death.