You know what I hate, really really hate? Heroin. Heroin needs to disappear already. I mean, come on. It as now taken not one but two people of importance to me in the past 10 months and I say enough.
Sunday, February 6 around 6 or 7am my dear friend Peter decided it would be a great idea to celebrate the end of his 34th birthday by coming home and reportedly doing a bunch of heroin and then not waking up again. Really, you stupid piece of crap drug. You're that great that you have to kill this really sweet guy who was so goofy and genuine. Yes, I know, the people who do heroin are really the ones making the choice and they could just not do it and blah blah blah. And don't worry, I'm pretty mad at Pete. But fuck. Enough already. I don't want to be sad anymore about missing my people. I want them not to die anymore. Okay? So leave the rest of my friends alone, heroin.
Sunday, February 6 around 6 or 7am my dear friend Peter decided it would be a great idea to celebrate the end of his 34th birthday by coming home and reportedly doing a bunch of heroin and then not waking up again. Really, you stupid piece of crap drug. You're that great that you have to kill this really sweet guy who was so goofy and genuine. Yes, I know, the people who do heroin are really the ones making the choice and they could just not do it and blah blah blah. And don't worry, I'm pretty mad at Pete. But fuck. Enough already. I don't want to be sad anymore about missing my people. I want them not to die anymore. Okay? So leave the rest of my friends alone, heroin.
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