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FIRST AND FOREMOST!!!!!!!!!!! this is not for the faint of heart or emotionally challenged for this is definately the MOST emotionally involved thing thats happened to me. SECOND!!! Its long and descriptive so if your impatient or have a short attention span just pass on by. THIRD!!!! This is the reason i've been gone for so long. FOURTH AND FINAL!!!!! This story involves Drugs (i dont mean weed, well weed is involved but the drugs i mean are hardcore and should never be used like black tar heroin) and alcohol (but everyone likes alcohol so its not so bad) so if you are against it sstop readong. if your still here then lets get going.
Some of you might remember a thread by me a little while back called Dont Start a Band. Well summing it up, One of the guys in my band left cause he thought his hobby was more important than his friends. Now i was stupid enough to ignore my advice and went on anyway ro start another band. This story is somewhat similar to the last one but MUCH more emotional.
So the remainder of the band which was me guitar player, Our Bassplayer Chad whom i've known for 5 years now, Andrew the drummer whom i'e known for 3 years, and cowbell player Andrew for 3 years as well. We decided that what went on last time couldnt happen again so we split off. Chad and Drummer andrew went with a good friend of theirs named sean whom i've known for 3 years and is awesome, and made their own band. They're really good and already have a cd coming out (Self produced of course). Now I went on with my music carreer and hooked up with my friend jake whom i've know at least 15yars and we are EXTREMELY close. we would do anything for eachother. Got a Bassplayer named Jeff who i know for 2 years, and a drummer named allen who i dont know very well but is a really cool guy.
So we got together and practiced and got to know each other very well. We passed the bong a couple of times and had a couple of drinks and had an awesome time. So next week comes around and we continue to practice and continue this every day for a couple of weeks til eventually we had a nice songlist down. We finally got to know eachother very well and hung out every chance we got. so it coninues until finally one day, I notice that Jake is starting to kind of "slowdown" if you will. he comes to practice all the time always participates but that day he kinda was in the corner most of the time. but we figured it was like a phase cause we were aware that there was a lot of stuff going on in his life and just needed some him time.
So we kind of ignore it and continue but the next day he does it again and its kinda worse like hes talking to himself about this random shit. But we ignore it and continue. but it keeps going til eventually. he just passes out. i figure he might be going total alcoholic but theres no sent and sign that hes been drinking. not a drop on his breath or smell on his clothes. we looked in his car and nothing. so finally the next day, he calls me up and says he needs a ride to practice cause he cant drive or something and he was just mumbling and slurring and all kinds of shit but i've known him for too long to say no so i go and get him. i get to his house and the doors open so i go in and hes laying on his couch not passed out but not active like hes torched out of his mind but theres no bong and no alcohol again so im just confused.
so i load him into the back seat and he starts to mumble to himself and i care about this guy like hes my brother so i have to find out whats up with him so i start to search his jacket. i find what'd i expet from him, some marlboros, a lighter, a couple of bucks and some change.
But then i came across the atom bomb....
I looked in a little pocket he has in the inside of his jacket feel a little baggie. i take it out and it contains some white leaves with some little hairs. i thought it might have been weed but i opened it and no smell came out at least one i recognised. so i brought him over to my place and ask the other guys if they knew, they said no but jeff said he new someone who might. so he comes over looks at the bag looks at me and says "You Shoot this?", i said no and said i found it on jake. he says "no wonder this guys fucked up" and i said "What the Fuck is it". so he finally drops the bomb and says
"its dope dude, Heroin, your friends a Junkie"
And i was just fucking baffled. My best friend that which we knew almost everything about eachother. the "almost"part caught up to me. and all i could do is fall on the ground and stay there and not say a thing, not move, not scream, not cry, like i was locked in chains and my brain was removed. i finally regained some thought and started to put shit together. i finally got up. threw jeffs friend like a fucking baseball out my front door and sobered jake up til he could speak and think at least enough to there i could get the information i needed out of him. i asked him what it was and he honeslty said it was heroin. so i asked him how long and he said a month or two which made sense cause thats about when i noticed what was up. so we proceeded to lecture him that we better not catch him or see him like this again hes out of the band, out of my house, and out of our friend ship again.
Oh but the story doesnt end right there.
so we slowly see him clean up a bit and participate more and stuff. so he slowly gets to normal and i start to see why he would do the suff anyway. the guy has defiantely had it a lot tougher than others. his dad is sick with hepatitis b and in the hospital. his moms a cunt, his girlfriend dumped him after 8 months, and he can barely make enough money to stay alive. but nonetheless i can not see my friend like this and have to discipline him. so he continues to clean til one day the major bomb kills it all.
In my backyard there is a small kind of forest where we usually go to smoke weed when we need to avoid an authority figure. well i have a basket ball hoop set up there and hes out back shooting some hoops and im watching him. so he shoots a couple baskets til he misses, bounces of the rim and goes into the woods. so he goes and gets it comes back shoots a basket, and ranomly goes back in the woods, so im looking out there and i dont see him and he stays out there for like 15 minutes so i know hes doing something wether it be heroin or not it couldn't be anything good. so he comes back out and i go out and say what are you doing and he said he was shooting hoops. so i asked him to come into the garage with me and talk a little bit. so i asked him what he was doing in the woods and he said to get the ball and i said what about the second time asnd he said there was no second time. so i keep telling him i saw him and he keeps denieng it and i wanted to beleive him cause hes an awesome dude. so finally said to empty his pockets. so he does and low and behold theres the little baggie and a needle in his pocket and i just blow a fucking gasket and started to beat the shit out of him. and as much as it hurt me to do it icouldnt stop so i toss him out the garage, throw his guitar and he jumps in his car and drives off.
so for the next 2 days all i could do is cry and think. as much as hated the fact that he wnet and did it again, in my heart i loved him like in a friend way. i dont know what to do or what to think any more. hes tried to all but i havent picked up.
i dont know what to do.
Some of you might remember a thread by me a little while back called Dont Start a Band. Well summing it up, One of the guys in my band left cause he thought his hobby was more important than his friends. Now i was stupid enough to ignore my advice and went on anyway ro start another band. This story is somewhat similar to the last one but MUCH more emotional.
So the remainder of the band which was me guitar player, Our Bassplayer Chad whom i've known for 5 years now, Andrew the drummer whom i'e known for 3 years, and cowbell player Andrew for 3 years as well. We decided that what went on last time couldnt happen again so we split off. Chad and Drummer andrew went with a good friend of theirs named sean whom i've known for 3 years and is awesome, and made their own band. They're really good and already have a cd coming out (Self produced of course). Now I went on with my music carreer and hooked up with my friend jake whom i've know at least 15yars and we are EXTREMELY close. we would do anything for eachother. Got a Bassplayer named Jeff who i know for 2 years, and a drummer named allen who i dont know very well but is a really cool guy.
So we got together and practiced and got to know each other very well. We passed the bong a couple of times and had a couple of drinks and had an awesome time. So next week comes around and we continue to practice and continue this every day for a couple of weeks til eventually we had a nice songlist down. We finally got to know eachother very well and hung out every chance we got. so it coninues until finally one day, I notice that Jake is starting to kind of "slowdown" if you will. he comes to practice all the time always participates but that day he kinda was in the corner most of the time. but we figured it was like a phase cause we were aware that there was a lot of stuff going on in his life and just needed some him time.
So we kind of ignore it and continue but the next day he does it again and its kinda worse like hes talking to himself about this random shit. But we ignore it and continue. but it keeps going til eventually. he just passes out. i figure he might be going total alcoholic but theres no sent and sign that hes been drinking. not a drop on his breath or smell on his clothes. we looked in his car and nothing. so finally the next day, he calls me up and says he needs a ride to practice cause he cant drive or something and he was just mumbling and slurring and all kinds of shit but i've known him for too long to say no so i go and get him. i get to his house and the doors open so i go in and hes laying on his couch not passed out but not active like hes torched out of his mind but theres no bong and no alcohol again so im just confused.
so i load him into the back seat and he starts to mumble to himself and i care about this guy like hes my brother so i have to find out whats up with him so i start to search his jacket. i find what'd i expet from him, some marlboros, a lighter, a couple of bucks and some change.
But then i came across the atom bomb....
I looked in a little pocket he has in the inside of his jacket feel a little baggie. i take it out and it contains some white leaves with some little hairs. i thought it might have been weed but i opened it and no smell came out at least one i recognised. so i brought him over to my place and ask the other guys if they knew, they said no but jeff said he new someone who might. so he comes over looks at the bag looks at me and says "You Shoot this?", i said no and said i found it on jake. he says "no wonder this guys fucked up" and i said "What the Fuck is it". so he finally drops the bomb and says
"its dope dude, Heroin, your friends a Junkie"
And i was just fucking baffled. My best friend that which we knew almost everything about eachother. the "almost"part caught up to me. and all i could do is fall on the ground and stay there and not say a thing, not move, not scream, not cry, like i was locked in chains and my brain was removed. i finally regained some thought and started to put shit together. i finally got up. threw jeffs friend like a fucking baseball out my front door and sobered jake up til he could speak and think at least enough to there i could get the information i needed out of him. i asked him what it was and he honeslty said it was heroin. so i asked him how long and he said a month or two which made sense cause thats about when i noticed what was up. so we proceeded to lecture him that we better not catch him or see him like this again hes out of the band, out of my house, and out of our friend ship again.
Oh but the story doesnt end right there.
so we slowly see him clean up a bit and participate more and stuff. so he slowly gets to normal and i start to see why he would do the suff anyway. the guy has defiantely had it a lot tougher than others. his dad is sick with hepatitis b and in the hospital. his moms a cunt, his girlfriend dumped him after 8 months, and he can barely make enough money to stay alive. but nonetheless i can not see my friend like this and have to discipline him. so he continues to clean til one day the major bomb kills it all.
In my backyard there is a small kind of forest where we usually go to smoke weed when we need to avoid an authority figure. well i have a basket ball hoop set up there and hes out back shooting some hoops and im watching him. so he shoots a couple baskets til he misses, bounces of the rim and goes into the woods. so he goes and gets it comes back shoots a basket, and ranomly goes back in the woods, so im looking out there and i dont see him and he stays out there for like 15 minutes so i know hes doing something wether it be heroin or not it couldn't be anything good. so he comes back out and i go out and say what are you doing and he said he was shooting hoops. so i asked him to come into the garage with me and talk a little bit. so i asked him what he was doing in the woods and he said to get the ball and i said what about the second time asnd he said there was no second time. so i keep telling him i saw him and he keeps denieng it and i wanted to beleive him cause hes an awesome dude. so finally said to empty his pockets. so he does and low and behold theres the little baggie and a needle in his pocket and i just blow a fucking gasket and started to beat the shit out of him. and as much as it hurt me to do it icouldnt stop so i toss him out the garage, throw his guitar and he jumps in his car and drives off.
so for the next 2 days all i could do is cry and think. as much as hated the fact that he wnet and did it again, in my heart i loved him like in a friend way. i dont know what to do or what to think any more. hes tried to all but i havent picked up.
i dont know what to do.