Another person from my intensive Outpatient Class died, the third one that I know. He relapsed on heroin.
He was a great guy – funny, and we had twin horror stories involving withdrawal and bathrooms. We didn’t like each other at first, but ended up being buddies.
Addiction has taken so many people out of this world, and takes so many more each day. This is probably the furthest I’ve been away from addiction but I’ve never felt more ravaged by it than the last few weeks.
Here’s the words from “The Crutch” of Gil Scott-Heron, who struggled with addiction throughout his life:
His eyes half closed revealed his world of nod,
A world of lonely men and no love, no god,
His life of seeming nonchalance can’t hide,
The pain and fear that in his mind reside,
From dawn til dawn his body houses hurt,
And none of us can truly aid his search,
We sit outside and sing clichés, the fool,
It’s always easy to forecast other’s doom,
The savage beast that once so soothed his brain,
Has reared its ugly head and staked its claim,
Call Yama, His is one more soul,
That he will have to add to sorrows toll,
These men, still men, would be like you and me,
But when the world reached out they chose to flee,