Drugs are bad.
Don't loan him money don't let him in your home.
My cousin is living on the streets of Vegas. He robbed his sister his mother his own grandma. Countless others. There's nothing you can do.
Just hope it doesn't kill him and he sobers up
That's short walking distance for a dope fiend........you fukked up now........as everybody said they have to course correct on their own and that doesn't happen unless something majorly disastrous has happened.......and if the loss of the trust of various friends is and family won't do it......having to prostitute for a hit don't do it.......what's it gone take for them to finally hit rock bottom and decide to do better? I personally don't wanna know or be in proximity when it happens........it's gone either be, damn, good job homie, or damn, you in a better place now homiein the past week and a half, breh has hit me up asking for bread multiple times. My sister sounded kinda hesitant to ask me about giving him my phone number but now I see why.
but yeah, i won't give up on dude, but at least I live 5 hours plus away.
shyt just is depressing.
My one old homeboy isn’t a dope fiend. He just seems like he’s a miserable person. I told the story about his brother getting shot over 60+ times when he was 13 and that has fukked him up to this day at almost 40.
But pretty much do spiraled so bad last year. Was cheating on his wife had the mistresses husband pull up to his house with his kids in the car to confront him about the affair. Was fukking around on his work phone with the mistress and ended up getting suspended while they investigated everything and he lost his county job. Dude was trying to get me to play wingman to some of his friends who were some onlyfans hoes and we just randomly make up lies when it wasn’t necessary.
One time I went to visit him in San Diego and he made up a whole story in front of his wife that I had came to visit a chick…
And one time a few of my homegirl came to Santa Monica to kick it at my crib, and he was a little hurt that my homegirl didn’t have a friend for him. So he ended up leaving my spot and drove all the way to Lancaster to fukk with one of his old joints. We had mad conversations last year about how he was going downhill, but he just never seems to listen.
He hit me up a few weeks ago, saying he wanted to come out here and talk to me, but I told him that really wasn’t necessary as I really can’t trust his judgment these days.
it was the DEA task force, overdose response team, and I had to stay and talk to them. Told them what I knew.
most addicts really want to quit but them cravings will whoop you like Thanos mixed with prime Tyson. Also the part of your brain that plans long term, weighs out pros and cons of potential actions and puts off short-term gratification is literally damaged from years of use.From what I been told, they can quit anytime if they really want it.
Sound like p*ssy is his number 1 priority in life. I got a few partners like this. They whole world revolves around trying to fukk something, preferably something new.