John and I ran together when young, lots of drugs, booze, etc. I cleaned up and quit drinking in the late 80s, but John kept going. Last time I saw him was like 93 or 94, in a restaurant. I was with a group of clean friends. He was was with this girl with purple hair, looking pretty high. John and I made eye contact once, but never acknowledged each other that night. I know John like a brother, but I couldnt bring myself to approach him. A couple years later, he shot himself in the head. I often think of that night and wish I'd gone over to him and told him there was life after drugs. Maybe things would have been different.
2006-07-13
14:05:25
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