I saw him at his best… Confident, arrogant, payday, dreams become reality. “Me and the boys are going to get some blow!”
The last I saw him at his low. The day after payday… Tired, hungover, broke jonesing His wheelbarrow was stuck in the mud; searching for solutions.
I will always remember that look in his eyes and my refusal to help. “Fuck you.” I thought… “I have been where you are and not helping you is what’s required.
There’s only one way out I know. Change direction… Head for the light. Pray