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My best friend, Matt, better known around here by his screen name FuNkYJuNkY, died a few weeks ago. He didn't really make that many posts (I think he was still a greenlighter), so you all probably didn't know him very well. Most of his posts were in the technology forum. Anyway...
He died November 11th, joining the 27 club. Luckily, despite being a two or three year iv opioid/heroin user, drugs did not take his life. He was born with an enlarged heart muscle. At the time of his birth, the doctors said the risk of the surgery to fix the problem outweighed the risk of living with it. They did, however, say that he WOULD need the surgery at some point in his twenties. Unfortunately, he never had the surgery, and a few weeks ago, his heart gave out and he was found on his back porch late at night by his father. He was taken to the hospital, but pronounced dead upon arrival.
Matt was one of the nicest people I have ever known in my life. There were so many times I was having enormous stress in my life due to shitty relationships, my own addiction, and other problems that come with being an addict, and every time I would call him to bitch about it, he always took the time to listen and offer me his advice and always told me it would be okay. He was the only friend I have ever had that was never judgmental or critical of me for my bad decisions, and he was the only friend that would send me a text if he hadn't heard from me in a while and just ask if I was okay, and if there was anything he could do for me. People like that are extremely hard to find these days, and I believe he was just too good for this fucked up world.
I love you Matt, you will be missed by many many people. Hope you are having fun. Let me know how the dope is in heaven.
He died November 11th, joining the 27 club. Luckily, despite being a two or three year iv opioid/heroin user, drugs did not take his life. He was born with an enlarged heart muscle. At the time of his birth, the doctors said the risk of the surgery to fix the problem outweighed the risk of living with it. They did, however, say that he WOULD need the surgery at some point in his twenties. Unfortunately, he never had the surgery, and a few weeks ago, his heart gave out and he was found on his back porch late at night by his father. He was taken to the hospital, but pronounced dead upon arrival.
Matt was one of the nicest people I have ever known in my life. There were so many times I was having enormous stress in my life due to shitty relationships, my own addiction, and other problems that come with being an addict, and every time I would call him to bitch about it, he always took the time to listen and offer me his advice and always told me it would be okay. He was the only friend I have ever had that was never judgmental or critical of me for my bad decisions, and he was the only friend that would send me a text if he hadn't heard from me in a while and just ask if I was okay, and if there was anything he could do for me. People like that are extremely hard to find these days, and I believe he was just too good for this fucked up world.
I love you Matt, you will be missed by many many people. Hope you are having fun. Let me know how the dope is in heaven.