Well Shit.
I had a friend when I was much younger…we’ll call him Steve for now. Anyway, Steve’s family and my family are very close, and him and I saw each other quite often. Now, Steve is about 5 years older than me, and had made some very bad choices in life. He was a heavy drug user/dealer in his teens and early twenties. His problems and addictions landed him in drug re-hab for 5 months last year. For Meth mostly. Anyway, our family went to his welcome home party in October of last year.
He looked so good, and I was so proud of him because even though we lost touch over the years I still hurt that someone I knew was killing himself. At the party I praised him for his great change and how wonderful he was doing for himself. He seemed happy.
After the party was over we made plans to go hang out..and we did a couple times. I figured that if I could make myself avalible as friend to him and support him in his new life then that’s what I’d do. He got a job in construction, and worked alot…that started in November.
Tonight (well this morning) Dad came home from the saloon and mentioned that he’d ran into Steve’s parents and his sister. I innocently asked “Oh Steve didn’t want to go out?”
Turns out Steve got busted with a quarter ounce of meth last week and they arrested him. His father finally convinced the authorities to turn Steve over to him while he awaits his punishment…bascially Steve is in deep shit. And I realize that is his own fault, but this just hit me so hard..I want to cry. This kid has so much potential and I wish there was a way for him to realize that. And to realize that he doesn’t need that shit to function. I love the kid like a sister and right now my heart is breaking…I know this is kind of a downer post but as soon as dad told me I just felt I needed to write all this down somewhere so that it wouldn’t get all pent up.
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