It was 2 days before Christmas, at 9:30 in the morning, I just got to his house and we were going to the mall to get presents for our family.
Joey had been my best through middle school, high school, sports, parties, everything.
After we graduated Joey and I moved from New Jersey to Los Angeles where we got our own apartment and attended UCLA together with 2 other friends from our hometown in New Jersey.
I am only saying all of this to give you guys as an idea of how much I loved him, we had been through everything together.
But that morning, when I got to his house, he was already in the shower.
He had been clean for 265 days and I was clean from heroin for 3 months. He was my inspiration to get on the right path.
But the previous night, when I picked him up to hang out, he was absurdly high , slurring words, and told me he just shot up.
We had been through 2 years of addiction together, so I did what I could, babysit him make sure he was OK, help him get passed his mom without her noticing , and the next day I would yell at him for relapsing once he was sober and not high as fuck.
The only thing was, I would never get that chance the next day.
When he took a shower, he never came back out.
He overdosed and died on the bathroom floor while I was in the other room.
I knew he was high the night before, I should have screamed at him or done something differently and he might still be alive.
The last thing I got to say was “be safe man, I love you get some sleep”. And he laughed and said “I will”.
The next morning when I came over I didn’t get the chance to say hi again, and I never will.
I probably should have died right after him, I lost my best friend and was an addict myself.
But something inside me told me “do not be sad, do not hurt anymore, get clean and help others do the same and life will be ok”.
Joey looking over me is the only reason I can explain making it through this and still being alive.
I am now 127 days sober and have never been happier.
No matter how hard the struggle , how bad you want to give up, or how bad you want to get high, there are people that love you, and you are beautiful, yes you, the one reading my story, help yourself, help your loved ones and help your help friends.
Because you may never get a chance to see them again.
Make every second count and find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
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