In other news, I just got an e-mail that a hippie acquaintance of mine died of a heroin overdose early this week… It’s a real shame, because I thought he had gotten past that part of his life, cleaned up in a detox about a year ago. I don’t know the whole story, but what I do know is that he was between places to live, having had an argument with his dad (Mikey was 26, and had moved back in with his father, last I’d heard). I guess he started using again as a result. I had really thought he’d gotten his act together… He was going to a trade school to be an electrician, had a girlfriend… I wonder how she’s taking it (I never even met her, he hooked up when he moved back up north.)
Ah well, his funeral is a long distance away…I can’t attend, but I’d better make arrangements to send flowers, and make a donation to the local shelter in his memory today. Maybe I should call his father, but I really don’t know him. How sad to outlive your child… and to part on what I assume were less than warm and fuzzy terms.
I’m really not too sad about this, maybe it hasn’t sunk in yet, more disappointed in the loss… a waste of a good, useful member of society. He was going to make a point of being more of a benefit to the species than a drain on it. He was friendly, and good company even with strangers. I hope you’re in a better place now, Mikey.
