A new face - a different place - but all the same game. You inject some poison into your veins not too long after snorting up some cocaine and smoking and popping various colored things. You do it for a week or two and lose your job. Lose the place you live - lose your kids. It's not like you really cared anyway - not like you cared to begin with. Then you come crawling on your pitiful hands and knees questioning why, with tears in your eyes, why others are succeeding and you are not. You come around every couple of months filled with stories of drama and inquiring where are mine? We make a vow together that we will get through this - that you won't veer off the path towards a successful, happy life again. I hold your hand and comfort you while you cry on my shoulder. Then you disappear for a month or two... or three or four... sometimes it has been more. Back to the same thing. Hanging out with people who say that they are your friends when all they really want is your drugs or your money. When you have nothing left somehow you make your way back to me. It's amazing that you even remember where I live. You tell me that I offer you hope and that I am your best friend - and here we go again, making a vow that I know you aren't going to keep.




Dedicated to my friend Randy - I know that you are a good kid - even though right now it is difficult to see that. There are many other people that abuse drugs and refuse to help themselves whom if they came around I'd slam the door in their face. You have a lot of potential and maybe one day I'll be able to make you believe that too.