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So, let's just call him Rick...
It is the phone call you don't want to get. No, not that one that tells you someone is dead. It is the one that starts off as "Hello are you Rick's parent?". It was morning, and I was just about to walk into a very significant meeting when I got the call. There is enough history there where I held my breath waiting for this Official to tell me the kid is dead. Yesterday was not his day. Not for a lack of trying on his part. Someone walked out of their house from breakfast right into the madness of Rick. He was unconscious in a total stranger's car. Another day...another overdose for Rick. The police were called, and he was taken to a hospital. The police officer called me. I'm not the parent. I am not even related. I have just known the kid since his birth, and I am the only person he has in this state.
Rick has been a heroin addict since he was 13 years old. A drug so powerful taken in high doses at such a young age results in mental illness. Make no mistake about that folks. Rick has been to rehab 14 times, and has tried to commit suicide by overdose 8 times now. Three of those attempts have been this year. The mental state he is experiencing is like sleeping with the saddest demon. I understand, and I empathize.
I hate addiction. I hate what it does to the soul. There are no drugs to fix him. I know this will sound horrible, but I recognize the demon in Rick. The eyes that look back at me match those of my brother. One day I am going to get call that no one wants to get. There is no other road this kid is going to travel. That is a harsh reality. Not everyone can be fixed.
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Pose: RK Poses Ash 3
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