It’s sad, but everyone know this was coming.
Yes, but it’s effing horrible.
22.
I had some friends when I was growing up in North Philly, that never made it to 25. Heroin. Bad stuff.
My one buddy... his momma found him dead in his room. 21 years old. Two others I grew up with - knew since kindergarten - died young too.
Dumbasses... putting that sh*t in their bodies.
It still bothers me to this day, thinking of it.