For quite some time and many years, I’ve seen the slow decline of my best friend. From earlier days of super market shoplifting shenanigans, his newly minted love for substances is worrisome. We all know he has issues. We can only say so much, but he will never listen or give it up.
He crashed and totalled his car that one night. Although his recollection of the events is fragmented, his cousin confessed he took a few pills. He conveniently left that part out when telling me.
He’s hopelessly addicted and there’s nothing I can fucking do to save him.