I got a call today from my friend up in New Jersey. It’s the one who was in Drug Rehab for the last few weeks. He seems to be doing fine, but it is always that way when he gets out, then a few weeks later he falls off the wagon. Hopefully this time will be different.
In middle school he was completely straight edge, I was the more rebellious one, then we lost touch in high school. He moved away and then I moved, and we didn’t see each other, he went to the high school that I got kicked out of the year before, but we didn’t speak again until I moved to Delaware. It isn’t that I didn’t want to, it was that there wasn’t any opportunity, we lost touch. Then I heard from his brother who told me what was going on. Then I talked to him.
If he doesn’t stay on the wagon, then I just know that he will die before it is his time, which would really suck.
