I got the call sunday morning....2:30 AM.....Damon died. I immediately looked at the picture of him and I when we were up north. But I did not really feel it untill 5 minutes ago whe I looked at his myspace profile.
Damon died of a heroin overdose. Damon and I were quite the same in that way....we loved heroin. He had been sober for over 2 years during which time we met on monday nights with a group of guys for 2 1/2 hours. Then he got high. Shortly after he stole someones purse and went back to prison for 9 months or so. He got out 3 weeks ago, went to rehab for a couple weeks as part of his parole. He started living with a friend of mine. Saturday afternoon he asked if he could borrow his Porsche to run errands.
Damon died in the parkinglot of a grocery store. He must have been asking himself why he was throwing his life away again. He mustve been scared as hell of losing his freedom again. His last moments must have been full of regret and fear...the guilt must have been eating him alive for his mother had finally gotten close to him again and she knew full on about his problem.
Many of us had distanced ourselves from Damon in his 3 weeks out of prison. We wanted him to make his own way. Any one of us would have dropped everything and ran to him if he told us he wanted to get high....but he didnt. He died alone and in fear.
Im sorry Damon....that I didnt make more of an effort to be around you and protect you as much as I could have.
The last thing I told Damon was that I loved him....and I meant it.
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=60306625
Goodnight my friend.
Damon died of a heroin overdose. Damon and I were quite the same in that way....we loved heroin. He had been sober for over 2 years during which time we met on monday nights with a group of guys for 2 1/2 hours. Then he got high. Shortly after he stole someones purse and went back to prison for 9 months or so. He got out 3 weeks ago, went to rehab for a couple weeks as part of his parole. He started living with a friend of mine. Saturday afternoon he asked if he could borrow his Porsche to run errands.
Damon died in the parkinglot of a grocery store. He must have been asking himself why he was throwing his life away again. He mustve been scared as hell of losing his freedom again. His last moments must have been full of regret and fear...the guilt must have been eating him alive for his mother had finally gotten close to him again and she knew full on about his problem.
Many of us had distanced ourselves from Damon in his 3 weeks out of prison. We wanted him to make his own way. Any one of us would have dropped everything and ran to him if he told us he wanted to get high....but he didnt. He died alone and in fear.
Im sorry Damon....that I didnt make more of an effort to be around you and protect you as much as I could have.
The last thing I told Damon was that I loved him....and I meant it.
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=60306625
Goodnight my friend.
