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December 16, 2010 at 5:27 PM

Fast times… From the start of middle school into early high school i had 2 best friends and we were trouble, skipping,fights,drugs the typical inner city life. As time went on they dropped out of school and i went on to college so we grew a part. I still see one maybe once every 1-2 years. It’s hard not to notice he has become a junky; marks on his arms,super thin, looking like he hasn’t showered in days.Every time he see’s me he doesn’t stop talking as to fill me in on what i miss. Letting me know that are other friend is a junkie and all messed up. “We should all hang out again 1 day”  he says but i shrug it off. At times i feel like i left my friends behind maybe i could of stop them from this. I did confront him several years prior about smoking dope and he denied it, i believed him. But that changed one day, i got a call, it was him crying he tells me he keeps hearing voices in his head and their telling him to do bad things. I was flustered, i told him he should get help and stop doing what it is he was doing.Years went by i didn’t see him or hear from him. Till one day i saw him and gave him a ride, we didn’t talk much but he sounded and looked better since the phone call. Time passed again and a few months ago i ran into him, he came up to me with a big smile but once i ask him how he was doing his eyes watered and he told me “I’m not doing good” as he said that i noticed how bad he looked. The subject change as he began to tell me he had a scheme to come up on some money but that was never my style. I haven’t seen him since and i hate to think how his fate will end up.I think back now to our middle school days when the teachers would get mad at us and say you guys are losers your gonna be in jail or junkies one day. How i wish now i would of had the courage to do more for my friends instead of just tagging along.

Fast times…

From the start of middle school into early high school i had 2 best friends and we were trouble, skipping,fights,drugs the typical inner city life. As time went on they dropped out of school and i went on to college so we grew a part. I still see one maybe once every 1-2 years. It’s hard not to notice he has become a junky; marks on his arms,super thin, looking like he hasn’t showered in days.Every time he see’s me he doesn’t stop talking as to fill me in on what i miss. Letting me know that are other friend is a junkie and all messed up. “We should all hang out again 1 day”  he says but i shrug it off. At times i feel like i left my friends behind maybe i could of stop them from this. I did confront him several years prior about smoking dope and he denied it, i believed him. But that changed one day, i got a call, it was him crying he tells me he keeps hearing voices in his head and their telling him to do bad things. I was flustered, i told him he should get help and stop doing what it is he was doing.Years went by i didn’t see him or hear from him. Till one day i saw him and gave him a ride, we didn’t talk much but he sounded and looked better since the phone call. Time passed again and a few months ago i ran into him, he came up to me with a big smile but once i ask him how he was doing his eyes watered and he told me “I’m not doing good” as he said that i noticed how bad he looked. The subject change as he began to tell me he had a scheme to come up on some money but that was never my style. I haven’t seen him since and i hate to think how his fate will end up.I think back now to our middle school days when the teachers would get mad at us and say you guys are losers your gonna be in jail or junkies one day. How i wish now i would of had the courage to do more for my friends instead of just tagging along.