Most of my friends in high school were skaters/punk rockers.
My best friend in High School and I ended up living together when I was about 20. We got a sweet little apartment downtown. We actually worked together all day. And we lived together.
At the time I was saving up for Europe and was working 60–80 hours a week. And yeah, when you stick your gum under the seat at a movie theater about 100 other people have done the same. Someone has to go in at 6AM and re-upholster the seat and replace the shell on the bottom. It is pretty much the worse job you can have at a movie theater. I did that shit for 20 hours a week so I could see what sex in Europe was like.
Back to Heroin….
I was so oblivious that I didn’t know my best friend and roommate was really into heroin.
And then shit gets worse. Zach, My first friend here when I moved to Oregon. We met playing Street Fighter 2 in a actual arcade. He kinda saved me in high school. I was new but we had fun playing video games so he brought me into his group.
So fast forward five years.
I’m stupid. Brian has Zach and his GF move into the living room. Totally fine with them crashing while they save up to get their own place. I love Zach. And his GF was awesome too.
Here is where things get bad. I was getting really pissed since I had one request. Do your fucking dishes you are living here for free. All I asked.. I want to wake up to a clean kitchen. So then the assholes just started putting dirty dishes on the porch so I wouldn’t see them.
Then I discovered that these assholes were selling heroin from my living room while I was getting up at 6am to scrape gum from seats so they had a roof and Comcast. And not only selling, total junkies. I was naive.
I was going to keep the apartment when I went to Europe. Fuck that. I moved all my stuff to my sisters and cancelled the lease and tossed all their shit out and changed the locks. Management company was cool. I told them the truth.
Once I looked into thing further I realized how bad it had become (heroin that is) with my close friends.
Brian – Lost access to his daughter. (Now Clean)
Shauna – Big time junky (recovered)
Jason – Rich parents and rehab (no fucking clue he stole my playstation, I never want to see the bag of shit again)
Zach – No clue how he recovered (Somehow he is now a math professor at a University)
Zachs GF – Also recovered (went to a expensive art school, probably a barista)
Rachael – Last I heard she was a sucking dick behind the 7–11 for dope
Justin – Had a OD and died about 20 years ago.
I would love heroin and I have a really addictive personality. Luckily, I hate needles more than I like getting high.