Addiction killed my best friend. He had a fatal dose of fentanyl and he was only 53 years old.
Actually, he was more than a friend; he was my homeboy. We ate out of the same old noodle bowl. As 16-year olds, we worked together as vendors selling kitchen items in the streets. We made hundreds of dollars a day.
I cried like a baby at his funeral. When you’re a heroin addict, you’ve got to have it to function.
Remember, addiction can happen to anyone. Rather than looking down on addicts, love them and help them up. Spread the love!
