why and how, what?
We ended up living in a warehouse, my boyfriend and I. He started shooting coke, we spent all our time looking for it between work, getting about 2-3 hours of sleep a night if we slept. My mom had no idea that the money she was sending me was supporting our habit. I ended up with a bleeding intestine with my latent Crohn's disease colitis being fully triggered into the worst attack I've ever had, I filled the toilet with blood a couple of times a day for over a month before I realized something was wrong, that's how non-important anything was but getting high. I was 97 pounds. Fully ill. one night when smoking, I got too high, my heart, I couldn't move for my heart could not handle a single muscle contraction, I thought it would kill me, the slightest effort. It was an effort just to breathe. I layed still unable to fall asleep for hours and hours , watching Randy continue to smoke. That was the last night I ever touched any substance, even alcohol.
Randy ended up injecting more and more over a couple of years, ended up fully psychotic, picked up by the cops and sent to the state psych. hospital for a two months. My friend and I couldn't get him out before the state decided to release him. He continued injecting. moving into heroin as well. He got arrested many times, stole everything from every friend he had, taking stereos, cars, etc. He died in a car accident while visiting his junkie brother in Eagle, Colorado.