One of my good friends in California died from an overdose this weekend. It is a serious shock and a pure accident. He had enough experience with opiates to know how to handle himself and the mental side. I am pretty sure he was given fent instead of a normal lower potency.
It's totally fucked.
I remember him from elementary school. He was 2 grades behind me and I remember my opinion of him was not very good. We went to different high schools but once I returned home from the service we got to be really good friends. We learned to blow glass together, grow grass, hiked and fished many times. We had a strong understanding of each other.
We worked really well together and would be able to anticipate what the other would need and have it to them right when they needed it. Like a tool for tightening pipe when setting a well pump.
My moving north pretty much broke our friendship. He was not one to leave the state and we just moved out of state, so I came to the realization at some point that it was over. My attempts to converse on fb with him in chats generally went nowhere.
I am sad but I am not as sad as I would have thought. It is probably time, distance, and connection. None the less I miss him, have missed him, and will continue to miss him only now I have no chance of seeing him in person again.
This shit fucking sucks.
Death is guaranteed in life but the early adopters are fucking annoying when they pull this shit.
Well, I have work on the deck to do in hopes of occupying my mind with a focus so I am not focused on loss.