I've lost a lot of friends to heroin. But my best friend all through school overdosed. Its really hard, brother died from it and tons of other people in my life too. I never understood the appeal. Last time I seen the guy it was pretty rough but I trusted that he would turn his shit around because.. well we better than that shit, we drank and smoke and played music under abandoned bridges. We'd have seriously crowds come just to hear us jam under a bridge. Deep down I knew this day would come and it doesn't make it easier. But I'm let down, hurt and miss my friend. Last time I seen him was at a party and he was with the dealer. I seen what was happening and I grabbed the dealer by the neck and knocked out a tooth or 2 then called my friend pathetic. That was the last words I said to him. "Youre fucking pathetic"
When we were all kids most of my friends would have pegged me to die from drugs. This really sucks.
Heard it from another friend who didn't like him because they couldn't get along. Crazy how things happen
I have interacted with LOTS of heroin addicts -- not by choice of course. (long story)
A few were truly dangerous, but most of them were just pitiful.
First it erodes their pride, then it erodes their conscience. Lots of virtue signaling with little substance, and boy oh boy do they lie.
And lie and lie and lie.
Like you, I don't understand the fascination.
All they want to do is sleep -- and that's where cocaine & meth enter the scene...
Fuck all that shit.