"You get what everyone gets. You get a lifetime."
Someone I know in Australia died of a heroin overdose yesterday. She wasn't exactly a close friend of mine, so I'm not grief-stricken, but I'm still shocked and sobered. The last time I spoke to her, I was trying to extend an olive branch after an acrimonious falling out over an ex-boyfriend, but she wouldn't accept it. However, one of the people I care most about in the world had been very close friends with her for years and has been left with much of the fallout, so I guess I'm hurting for his sake. I hope he comes out of it OK.
She'd been spiralling for months. Most of her acquaintances, including my friend, had pulled away from her after trying fruitlessly to help her.
It's the oldest story in the book. She and her boyfriend were trying to kick their habit. They had been clean for ten days, and with that universal stupid junkie logic, they decided to celebrate by shooting up. They didn't take into account their reduced tolerance, and the amount they took put them under. Only her boyfriend woke up; when he did, she was dead.