It was a beautiful central New England summer morning. We were headed to Ronnie’s apartment to get him for our scheduled little fishing excursion out to Foley Pond. We got to the apartment building and three of us went up stairs to get him. It wasn’t 8a.m. yet.

We got to his apartment door; it was open a few inches? My buddy Dave, asked us to wait out in the hall while he went inside to get him? We agreed. Dave went inside and was out in a matter of moments. He motioned for us to be quiet and we followed him inside the small apartment.

Ronnie laid there on the floor in his underwear and no shirt. He was spread out with his arm laying flat on the floor and a needle still stuck in his arm. He was dead. We quietly left him lying on the floor and got in the truck and left. We stopped at a gas station and called the police department and told them who and where he was. Then we went fishing. Our whole next several days were consumed with Ronnies death.

We each covered every inch of his life with us. He was one of us in our “Gallery of Rogues”. One real party animal always pulling jokes off on us. The more he liked you the more jokes he did to you. About a year prior, Dave told me that another one of Ronnies “friends?” had given him some heroin and now he was hooked and had to have it every day. Our party animal was no longer the jokester. He usually sat in a corner with his eyes rolling in his head mumbling.

I could never understand what made him do it over and over again? When we went to that special place down at the lake, to sit in the woods and drink and smoke pot. I used to watch several of the kids sit there and pass a needle around. I watched a prom queen girl named Marly shoot herself up with the drug and then watched her climb into several vehicles before the night was over to give sex for drugs.

She was beaten several times and in one instance Dave and I paid a visit to the scumbag who beat her and almost choked her to death because she wasn’t sucking on him the right way. We went to the scumbag’s house one night and walked through the front door. There were several couples there and two other girls who were beaten up just lying on the floor.

Dave was an Army veteran. He asked me to keep anybody from bothering him while he dealt with the scumbag. The few people there, were high on drugs, most of them were out in some drug induced trance. I stood outside the bedroom door and heard the commotion inside. A short time later, he came out of the room with a hammer and said, let’s go.

He told me he had taken good care of that scumbag and he would be in the hospital for many months after Marly got out and healed. His knee caps were smashed as were his elbows he used a hammer on and would never have sex again. He would also do some heavy time. Dave had found where his stash was and littered the room with packets of heroin and bags of pot. We left his house and called the police as soon as we got to a liquor store.

When I ran into the drug problem many years later at church, I realized I needed to do some serious research. I did, for two years. My book on Addiction covers not just the addiction process situation, but addresses other items like;

  • Drug History – Opium
  • Hermeneutics
  • Arguments about Sin – Scripture
  • Types of Addictions
  • Pedophilia
  • Gay Health
  • Pornography
  • Sex Organizations
  • Several Glossaries
  • Treatments

 

I found out everything a person needed to know about addiction and how to deal with it. It is a real resource book. A doctoral type of view at the subject. Read the book and know everything you need to know in order to, talk and act, intelligently about the subject.

 

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