Family. Heroin. Aids. Death.

I spotted this link on Reddit I didn’t know where else to put it. I’m left with a sense of loss, of immense despair, an angry ennui with a world that accepts this. I’m angry with the man. How could he? What was he thinking? How can he do that? It makes me want to … Continue reading “Family. Heroin. Aids. Death.”

I spotted this link on Reddit

I didn’t know where else to put it.

I’m left with a sense of loss, of immense despair, an angry ennui with a world that accepts this. I’m angry with the man. How could he? What was he thinking? How can he do that?

It makes me want to shout out loud.

I’ve never taken drugs other than aspirin, paracetamol, codeine and ibuprofen – for when I had a headache. I don’t drink alcohol. I don’t smoke. When I used to go to nightclubs, apparently I was the only one not under the influence of something illegal. I ever saw any of this though I witnessed plenty of odd behaviour.

I don’t mind if my family and friends drink. I dislike it when they smoke. And when I hear about a friend taking illegal drugs it makes me feel a little sad inside. Someone once told me they had given up cocaine. What they had done was remove themselves from places were it was common. As it turns out, first opportunity, I’m told they had a blast. It means that now, when I’m the impromptu confessor for friends who reveal their hedonistic past, I feel a little detached from them.

I can’t help it.

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