EODJoe
Sic Semper Tyrannis
My little brother was only 21 years old when he OD'd on a mix of heroin and fentanyl almost ten years ago. My mother found him unresponsive in his bed and performed CPR on him until the EMTs arrived and took over. They worked on him for a long time but could never revive him. During the memorial service at my mother's house, my brother's best friend admitted to me that he was the one who had introduced my brother to this particular vice. We knew that my brother had occasionally smoked weed but that day was apparently only the second time that he had tried heroin and his heart stopped. If it were not for the fact that my mother, my wife, and my six week old son were in the house I may have committed homicide. He was told in very clear terminology what would happen if I ever saw him again. I searched my brother's room and found his kit with prescription fentanyl patches that had the person's name who they had been prescribed to. I turned all this over to the detectives investigating the case and was told that they were familiar with that individual selling their prescriptions in the past but that no charges against them would be likely. I have no stomach for drug dealers and feel that the death penalty should be given for anyone convicted of trafficking narcotics. The worst part of this whole narrative is that my mother spiraled into a depression that she never recovered from and passed away five and a half years after my brother. So heroin cost me my brother and my mother. The war on drugs should be fought with the same intensity as any other war.
So I recently had my faith in Karma renewed. I found out that the POS that introduced my little brother to heroin died of...wait for it...a heroin overdose! It still pisses me off that he had another ten years to enjoy this planet while stealing oxygen from the rest of us but eventually the scales balanced out.