I remember my friend Gary. He was a welder by trade but a junkie through habit, a good guy whose addictions kept getting the better of him.
He’d work for a while, but inevitably the big ache would overwhelm him and down the spiral hole into Hell he’d go. The pinprick gave him comfort but it also removed him from life.
One thing would lead into another and Gary would soon find himself homeless.
I took Gary into my home during a time when he was trying to exorcize the demon of his addiction. ...