Social Put friend on plane, died 12 hours later

In the 90s I beat the shit out of my best friend a few months after he got hooked on H . Caught him in my home stealing money. Didn't know he was on Heroin before that just thought he was going thru a rough patch drinking.

After I caught him n he told me he was hooked on Heroin I lost my shit and beat the shit out him.. fucked him up pretty bad then dropped him off at ER and explained to doc he was high as a kite on Heroin and was jumped . (Thanfully he never corrected me) I left an was last I saw him.

Apparently the hospital got him straight and into a rehab I learned from his mom years later.

Yeah I probably over reacted..... a touch and was a total dick for a friend. But still say I saved him from going Less than Zero. It was 94 I was 20 years old an my "best friend" was stealing all the money I had. I lost my shit a little.
 
Not your fault bro. But you did make some dog shit choices there.
 
Can't save some folks - we found one of our friends dead in a hotel room. Heroin OD. Dude fought that shit for years but jus kept slippin.

I've cut ties with a couple "contacts/friends" along the way due to alcohol and substance abuse.
 
Was it suicide or an OD?

Also, is there a reason he used your phone to buy the ticket?
 
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In the short-term sense that you're asking about, there's probably nothing that would have made a real difference.

In the broader sense, being a friend who does drugs and enables/condones/supports/encourages his drug lifestyle certainly wasn't helpful. It would have been better if you cleaned yourself up and helped him clean himself up.

It's probable he would have cut you off or at least shrugged it off if you ever tried to straighten him out.
But it also doesn't like you ever tried, either.
 
Drugs addicts die. He made his own choices. You were guilty of nothing.

Sorry for your loss.
 
Two days ago I was at Discovery park in Meridian. I watched a good 20 or so planes take off. Weird to think he might have been on one.
 
Op was my little brother and I found his body from an OD the November after he posted this thread. Thank you for the kind words and condolences you all offered him. I think Cole's death took a big toll on his mental health that contributed to his spiral that resulted in the OD. Three weeks before he passed, we had also lost our grandmother. I think that spiraled him most of all.

For 4 years before his passing, I begged and pleaded with my family to intervene and do something. Not only did they not do that, they would often get angry with me for even suggesting that he had a problem and needed help. In the immediate aftermath of his death, my family turned on me and I no longer have a relationship with any of them. We were born into a family of scumfucks who have the "every man for himself" mentality. Not the mentality of being there for each other, like family. Our sister is pretty wealthy, and she knew of our brother's addiction problems and she stood on the sidelines and refused to do anything. While she was paying for luxury vacations and flying around the world and buying luxury goods and million dollar homes, our brother was on death's door from fentanyl addiction, unable to get medication or addiction treatment. I know that what you have all said is basically true, that there is no helping an addict until they are ready to do so. In the aftermath of his death, when collecting his things, I found some paperwork where he had applied for addiction treatment and methadone - he was denied both. He was ready to get clean and quit. He knew he was in a bad spot. He was my "full" brother and she is "only" our "half" sister. So maybe she just didn't care. It certainly seems that way.

In the couple of years before he passed, my brother traveled around the world to a variety of spots - Hong Kong during the protests, Thailand, Jerusalem where he went over into Lebanon and Jordan to visit some historical sites. While he was in Hong Kong, he passed out a survey to gather data on the opinions of Hong Kongers re: the protests. He was in the process of writing a book summarizing his experience there and the data he gathered. Unfortunately he was only 50 pages in before he passed, so its not something that I can finish for him. He was a UCLA graduate and was in law school. Keep that in mind whenever you want to look down your nose at addicts (the proverbial you not you the posters I'm quoting).

He was a kid with a huge heart and a huge brain. We were simply born into the wrong family. Raised by a single father with extreme PTSD and anger problems from being wounded in Vietnam. Both parents extremely mentally ill. We were moved all over the country as kids. Never had stable roots anywhere. We both endured a tremendous amount of trauma in our upbringing, which was the primary driver of his addiction issues.

Hold your loved ones close and don't give up on them sherbros. He was my only brother and "full blood" sibling and I will never get to see or hold him again.



I'm going to assume he was the one on the right.

And no, it's not your fault.

If there's one thing I've learned from having a lifelong addict sister, it's that some people can't be saved. Not by others anyway.

Not your fault mate. The best intentions can lead to the darkest roads. Sounds like he valued your friendship and you were there. You did the best ya could in the circumstances.

Please pay close attention to this answer, TS.

It was not your fault.

Sorry about your loss TS. Definitely not your fault. Your buddy chose his own path, you can't blame yourself.

I assumed this was a bit. But just on the off chance, no it's not. Survivor guilt is a real thing. All we can do is try to support those we care about, which you did.

We can't save them, and that hurts but it's ok. It's the price we pay for friendship.

Sorry for your loss.

One of my childhood friends was on meth for the greater part of our twenties.

The most helpful advice I got about it was "humble yourself". By blaming yourself, or making it your responsibility to fix it, you're ascribing power to yourself that you don't have. Addiction is a massively difficult problem. People get all the best help that there is and still don't make it out.

Sounds like you were a good friend to him, and that's all you can do.

Wow, dude.

That's pretty heavy.

While I'll agree with others that given his addictions, drinking box wine with him when he's already fucked up probably wasn't the best decision, but it sounds like whatever happened was bound to happen with or without you.

So, not your fault.

Condolences.

As others have said/will say, you can’t blame yourself. From your description — the history you told us — it seemed as though your friend was determined to get back to a place that was darker than Boise with the intention of getting high. This is speculation though.

Whether or not it was a natural cause, it’s clearly not your fault. I learned a long time ago that addicts will… use; there is no stopping them. And even though I know this, and have had experiences over the years, I haven’t always set the proper boundaries. You drove your bro to the airport. That’s not indulging him, or overstepping some boundary, so no use in feeling guilty.

I've had something very similar happen to me and I wish you the best. Don't carry around guilt with you, people will do what they want.

Honestly, it sounds like he was going back "home" to die and he knew it. Whether you got him to the airport or not he would have found a way home eventually.

What you did was just be a friend to him and give him some final good times just hanging out and being a friend. You didn't judge him or tell him what to do or act like his parent. He probably spent the last few years of his life with every single person trying to "fix" him and that's just annoying.

He was probably thankful to just be somewhat "normal" towards the end.
I don't know why but reading this post made me cry. It was a reminder of how kind my brother was to people, to a fault really. Thank you.
Sounds like you did what you can do, you can't save people that don't want to be saved

Probably have one friend made his life bit longer if anything

Was weed not enough of a high or you just wanted to see what others drugs did ?

I only ask because i never did drugs or really drank alcohol. I do have family that got addicted to some drugs too. They all started with weed .

But then I hear weed not a gateway drug. What do you think ? Or do you think it's just because people have addictive personalities.

Damn , 10 yrs is young man.

The guy was running away long before leaving Boise...

And are you Chris Weidman or was your friend Chris Weidman?
We are some of the most anglo looking fuckers around. We must come from the same gene pool as Frank Mir, Tom Aspinall, Weidman and Shia LeBeouf. We have very similar phenotypes.
Shit happens, man. Take care of yourself.

Not your fault dude. Sorry for your loss

Sorry for your loss.
Onwards and upwards..... Anyway you have that role in the upcoming clerks 3 to look forward to.

Sounds like it was going to happen no matter what you did. You gave him some friendship and someone to spend some time with in his last 24 hours. But, people like him tend to hit rock bottom before rebounding and often hit it more than once before coming back. They often don’t survive rock bottom sadly. Known a few this has happened to including a few of my veteran brothers.

Not at all.

You are not an addiction specialist and you don't have the tools to help him. You were his friend and tried to do the best for him.

Sorry for your loss. This one is not on you.

Other people's addictions are never your fault. In fact, the only way you're ever going to help and addict is when they are 100 percent ready to get help. Otherwise, you're talking to a wall if you try.

If the guy wanted to drink wine, he was going to drink wine. At least he had somewhere to crash and he wasn't out drinking on the streets.
 
Not your fault @BloodyPoptart


RIP to your friend.

I see it is an old thread, but still, sorry for your loss and for whatever small amount of sentiment it is worth, it isn't your fault, don't beat yourself up.

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So sorry for your loss @blackheart
addiction is a motherfucker and it takes people out way too young. It does sound like your brother travelled and had a lot of experiences with a lot of people all over the world.



Drugs are dangerous and with fentanyl around now drugs are a LOT more dangerous, particularly opiates and much much more so if you shoot.

My only suggestion to anyone who uses or has friends or loved ones that use, is that you get narcan, keep it on you, get narcan for your friends and loved ones that may partake, and make sure that it is ALWAYS on your body or on theirs.

Narcan, if administered, can save lives and just maybe give someone a 2nd chance they could use to get clean.

Be careful.
Make good choices.
And if you make bad choices, at least TRY to be safe about it or give yourself a chance.
 
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Op was my little brother and I found his body from an OD the November after he posted this thread. Thank you for the kind words and condolences you all offered him. I think Cole's death took a big toll on his mental health that contributed to his spiral that resulted in the OD. Three weeks before he passed, we had also lost our grandmother. I think that spiraled him most of all.

For 4 years before his passing, I begged and pleaded with my family to intervene and do something. Not only did they not do that, they would often get angry with me for even suggesting that he had a problem and needed help. In the immediate aftermath of his death, my family turned on me and I no longer have a relationship with any of them. We were born into a family of scumfucks who have the "every man for himself" mentality. Not the mentality of being there for each other, like family. Our sister is pretty wealthy, and she knew of our brother's addiction problems and she stood on the sidelines and refused to do anything. While she was paying for luxury vacations and flying around the world and buying luxury goods and million dollar homes, our brother was on death's door from fentanyl addiction, unable to get medication or addiction treatment. I know that what you have all said is basically true, that there is no helping an addict until they are ready to do so. In the aftermath of his death, when collecting his things, I found some paperwork where he had applied for addiction treatment and methadone - he was denied both. He was ready to get clean and quit. He knew he was in a bad spot. He was my "full" brother and she is "only" our "half" sister. So maybe she just didn't care. It certainly seems that way.

In the couple of years before he passed, my brother traveled around the world to a variety of spots - Hong Kong during the protests, Thailand, Jerusalem where he went over into Lebanon and Jordan to visit some historical sites. While he was in Hong Kong, he passed out a survey to gather data on the opinions of Hong Kongers re: the protests. He was in the process of writing a book summarizing his experience there and the data he gathered. Unfortunately he was only 50 pages in before he passed, so its not something that I can finish for him. He was a UCLA graduate and was in law school. Keep that in mind whenever you want to look down your nose at addicts (the proverbial you not you the posters I'm quoting).

He was a kid with a huge heart and a huge brain. We were simply born into the wrong family. Raised by a single father with extreme PTSD and anger problems from being wounded in Vietnam. Both parents extremely mentally ill. We were moved all over the country as kids. Never had stable roots anywhere. We both endured a tremendous amount of trauma in our upbringing, which was the primary driver of his addiction issues.

Hold your loved ones close and don't give up on them sherbros. He was my only brother and "full blood" sibling and I will never get to see or hold him again.






















I don't know why but reading this post made me cry. It was a reminder of how kind my brother was to people, to a fault really. Thank you.





We are some of the most anglo looking fuckers around. We must come from the same gene pool as Frank Mir, Tom Aspinall, Weidman and Shia LeBeouf. We have very similar phenotypes.

Im sorry for your loss
Is there any particular reason why you decided to bump this thread today, its a pretty shocking read and Im just curious so forgive me if Im being too nosy
This is such a horribly sad story
 
Im sorry for your loss
Is there any particular reason why you decided to bump this thread today, its a pretty shocking read and Im just curious so forgive me if Im being too nosy
This is such a horribly sad story
I kind of just remembered out of nowhere that I had introduced him to SD years ago, and that he had an account on here. I found his profile and was just reading through his post history, when I stumbled across this thread from him. I figured this was the appropriate place to provide this update instead of creating a new thread.

Thank you for your condolences. It's been a couple of years, but I still struggle a lot with it. It sucks so fucking bad to see an oncoming train collision from 400 miles out and still being unable to change the outcome.
 
Op was my little brother and I found his body from an OD the November after he posted this thread. Thank you for the kind words and condolences you all offered him. I think Cole's death took a big toll on his mental health that contributed to his spiral that resulted in the OD. Three weeks before he passed, we had also lost our grandmother. I think that spiraled him most of all.

For 4 years before his passing, I begged and pleaded with my family to intervene and do something. Not only did they not do that, they would often get angry with me for even suggesting that he had a problem and needed help. In the immediate aftermath of his death, my family turned on me and I no longer have a relationship with any of them. We were born into a family of scumfucks who have the "every man for himself" mentality. Not the mentality of being there for each other, like family. Our sister is pretty wealthy, and she knew of our brother's addiction problems and she stood on the sidelines and refused to do anything. While she was paying for luxury vacations and flying around the world and buying luxury goods and million dollar homes, our brother was on death's door from fentanyl addiction, unable to get medication or addiction treatment. I know that what you have all said is basically true, that there is no helping an addict until they are ready to do so. In the aftermath of his death, when collecting his things, I found some paperwork where he had applied for addiction treatment and methadone - he was denied both. He was ready to get clean and quit. He knew he was in a bad spot. He was my "full" brother and she is "only" our "half" sister. So maybe she just didn't care. It certainly seems that way.

In the couple of years before he passed, my brother traveled around the world to a variety of spots - Hong Kong during the protests, Thailand, Jerusalem where he went over into Lebanon and Jordan to visit some historical sites. While he was in Hong Kong, he passed out a survey to gather data on the opinions of Hong Kongers re: the protests. He was in the process of writing a book summarizing his experience there and the data he gathered. Unfortunately he was only 50 pages in before he passed, so its not something that I can finish for him. He was a UCLA graduate and was in law school. Keep that in mind whenever you want to look down your nose at addicts (the proverbial you not you the posters I'm quoting).

He was a kid with a huge heart and a huge brain. We were simply born into the wrong family. Raised by a single father with extreme PTSD and anger problems from being wounded in Vietnam. Both parents extremely mentally ill. We were moved all over the country as kids. Never had stable roots anywhere. We both endured a tremendous amount of trauma in our upbringing, which was the primary driver of his addiction issues.

Hold your loved ones close and don't give up on them sherbros. He was my only brother and "full blood" sibling and I will never get to see or hold him again.






















I don't know why but reading this post made me cry. It was a reminder of how kind my brother was to people, to a fault really. Thank you.





We are some of the most anglo looking fuckers around. We must come from the same gene pool as Frank Mir, Tom Aspinall, Weidman and Shia LeBeouf. We have very similar phenotypes.


So sorry for your loss mate. No words ever suffice.
 


Boise airport before he left



RIP Cole K.
*** Any responses appreciated. It’s sherdog. Be honest. but this just happened and I’m just trying to think of every angle.

My friend Cole had off-and-on substance abuse issues, he once ODd in my living room when we’d been getting high with friends, he used IV, and I didn’t. Cole was 24. We got him help, he was fine. Months later he was cleaned up, working a good job. Cole was homeless in Boise, ID. His parents were good people but kicked him out.

4 months after getting a job and saving money for a place, he gets fired for showing up to work after drinking. They fired him and told his probation officer. He was on 1 year probation. That was Friday.

Sunday afternoon he calls me and says he’s in my living room and needs a ride to the greyhound, this is unusual, he never goes into my house without calling first. I show up, he tells me his woes, we go to his moms a mile away, he gets his things, we come back to my place. he sleeps on my couch for 4-5 hours, I’m thinking he’ll sleep it off. The whole time I rationalize the situation and tell him that even if he violates his probation he’s gonna do maybe a week in jail. He’s depressed and determined to leave. Tells me he has to leave. We watch the bob Dylan documentary No Direction Home and drink box wine, he says he’s never coming back to Boise.

***Cole had been smoking weed, doing shrooms, and get hitting the vein from Friday after he got fired to Saturday night before he showed up to my place on Sunday.


At this point he seems set on going and I tell him “sometimes more is lost by inaction than the wrong action”, I think it’s Confucian and might console him.
He says “yeah Confucius’ dead dog?”

He buys a ticket to New York on my phone, I drive him to the airport, he asks me to play “It’s alright Ma I’m only bleeding”.

He gets on a plane, 15 hours later he dies in Bushwick at his old spot, they find him in my blue Columbia in a cafe bathroom. His mom called me at 6pm today asking if I knew anything about the lead-up to his departure.

Is this my fault?

Nah dude, you can see in his eyes he was a tortured soul
Let it go, he was always on his way out, that’s why his parents gave up on him
You probably only know a little of what he was actually doing
 
Op was my little brother and I found his body from an OD the November after he posted this thread. Thank you for the kind words and condolences you all offered him. I think Cole's death took a big toll on his mental health that contributed to his spiral that resulted in the OD. Three weeks before he passed, we had also lost our grandmother. I think that spiraled him most of all.

For 4 years before his passing, I begged and pleaded with my family to intervene and do something. Not only did they not do that, they would often get angry with me for even suggesting that he had a problem and needed help. In the immediate aftermath of his death, my family turned on me and I no longer have a relationship with any of them. We were born into a family of scumfucks who have the "every man for himself" mentality. Not the mentality of being there for each other, like family. Our sister is pretty wealthy, and she knew of our brother's addiction problems and she stood on the sidelines and refused to do anything. While she was paying for luxury vacations and flying around the world and buying luxury goods and million dollar homes, our brother was on death's door from fentanyl addiction, unable to get medication or addiction treatment. I know that what you have all said is basically true, that there is no helping an addict until they are ready to do so. In the aftermath of his death, when collecting his things, I found some paperwork where he had applied for addiction treatment and methadone - he was denied both. He was ready to get clean and quit. He knew he was in a bad spot. He was my "full" brother and she is "only" our "half" sister. So maybe she just didn't care. It certainly seems that way.

In the couple of years before he passed, my brother traveled around the world to a variety of spots - Hong Kong during the protests, Thailand, Jerusalem where he went over into Lebanon and Jordan to visit some historical sites. While he was in Hong Kong, he passed out a survey to gather data on the opinions of Hong Kongers re: the protests. He was in the process of writing a book summarizing his experience there and the data he gathered. Unfortunately he was only 50 pages in before he passed, so its not something that I can finish for him. He was a UCLA graduate and was in law school. Keep that in mind whenever you want to look down your nose at addicts (the proverbial you not you the posters I'm quoting).

He was a kid with a huge heart and a huge brain. We were simply born into the wrong family. Raised by a single father with extreme PTSD and anger problems from being wounded in Vietnam. Both parents extremely mentally ill. We were moved all over the country as kids. Never had stable roots anywhere. We both endured a tremendous amount of trauma in our upbringing, which was the primary driver of his addiction issues.

Hold your loved ones close and don't give up on them sherbros. He was my only brother and "full blood" sibling and I will never get to see or hold him again.






















I don't know why but reading this post made me cry. It was a reminder of how kind my brother was to people, to a fault really. Thank you.





We are some of the most anglo looking fuckers around. We must come from the same gene pool as Frank Mir, Tom Aspinall, Weidman and Shia LeBeouf. We have very similar phenotypes.
Damn man... same I said to OP. You did what you could do and this is not on you.

Stay strong.
 
Op was my little brother and I found his body from an OD the November after he posted this thread. Thank you for the kind words and condolences you all offered him. I think Cole's death took a big toll on his mental health that contributed to his spiral that resulted in the OD. Three weeks before he passed, we had also lost our grandmother. I think that spiraled him most of all.

For 4 years before his passing, I begged and pleaded with my family to intervene and do something. Not only did they not do that, they would often get angry with me for even suggesting that he had a problem and needed help. In the immediate aftermath of his death, my family turned on me and I no longer have a relationship with any of them. We were born into a family of scumfucks who have the "every man for himself" mentality. Not the mentality of being there for each other, like family. Our sister is pretty wealthy, and she knew of our brother's addiction problems and she stood on the sidelines and refused to do anything. While she was paying for luxury vacations and flying around the world and buying luxury goods and million dollar homes, our brother was on death's door from fentanyl addiction, unable to get medication or addiction treatment. I know that what you have all said is basically true, that there is no helping an addict until they are ready to do so. In the aftermath of his death, when collecting his things, I found some paperwork where he had applied for addiction treatment and methadone - he was denied both. He was ready to get clean and quit. He knew he was in a bad spot. He was my "full" brother and she is "only" our "half" sister. So maybe she just didn't care. It certainly seems that way.

In the couple of years before he passed, my brother traveled around the world to a variety of spots - Hong Kong during the protests, Thailand, Jerusalem where he went over into Lebanon and Jordan to visit some historical sites. While he was in Hong Kong, he passed out a survey to gather data on the opinions of Hong Kongers re: the protests. He was in the process of writing a book summarizing his experience there and the data he gathered. Unfortunately he was only 50 pages in before he passed, so its not something that I can finish for him. He was a UCLA graduate and was in law school. Keep that in mind whenever you want to look down your nose at addicts (the proverbial you not you the posters I'm quoting).

He was a kid with a huge heart and a huge brain. We were simply born into the wrong family. Raised by a single father with extreme PTSD and anger problems from being wounded in Vietnam. Both parents extremely mentally ill. We were moved all over the country as kids. Never had stable roots anywhere. We both endured a tremendous amount of trauma in our upbringing, which was the primary driver of his addiction issues.

Hold your loved ones close and don't give up on them sherbros. He was my only brother and "full blood" sibling and I will never get to see or hold him again.






















I don't know why but reading this post made me cry. It was a reminder of how kind my brother was to people, to a fault really. Thank you.





We are some of the most anglo looking fuckers around. We must come from the same gene pool as Frank Mir, Tom Aspinall, Weidman and Shia LeBeouf. We have very similar phenotypes.

Kinda under the weather but I wanted to respond to say sorry to hear about your brother. One of those losses that you'll never be able to to fill that void, but that person will still always live on through you and the impact they had on you in the time you were able to share together.

That's a shame about his book, that sounds pretty interesting. Would be pretty cool if you could put something together from his writings but I'm sure you probably already contemplated that.
 
Kinda under the weather but I wanted to respond to say sorry to hear about your brother. One of those losses that you'll never be able to to fill that void, but that person will still always live on through you and the impact they had on you in the time you were able to share together.

That's a shame about his book, that sounds pretty interesting. Would be pretty cool if you could put something together from his writings but I'm sure you probably already contemplated that.
The original plan was to finish the book for him. That was before I dug into it and saw his progress. I haven't read through the 50 pages yet and gotten a grasp of what's in there. So maybe there is still something I can do with it.

Thank you for the kind words.
 
Op was my little brother and I found his body from an OD the November after he posted this thread. Thank you for the kind words and condolences you all offered him. I think Cole's death took a big toll on his mental health that contributed to his spiral that resulted in the OD. Three weeks before he passed, we had also lost our grandmother. I think that spiraled him most of all.

For 4 years before his passing, I begged and pleaded with my family to intervene and do something. Not only did they not do that, they would often get angry with me for even suggesting that he had a problem and needed help. In the immediate aftermath of his death, my family turned on me and I no longer have a relationship with any of them. We were born into a family of scumfucks who have the "every man for himself" mentality. Not the mentality of being there for each other, like family. Our sister is pretty wealthy, and she knew of our brother's addiction problems and she stood on the sidelines and refused to do anything. While she was paying for luxury vacations and flying around the world and buying luxury goods and million dollar homes, our brother was on death's door from fentanyl addiction, unable to get medication or addiction treatment. I know that what you have all said is basically true, that there is no helping an addict until they are ready to do so. In the aftermath of his death, when collecting his things, I found some paperwork where he had applied for addiction treatment and methadone - he was denied both. He was ready to get clean and quit. He knew he was in a bad spot. He was my "full" brother and she is "only" our "half" sister. So maybe she just didn't care. It certainly seems that way.

In the couple of years before he passed, my brother traveled around the world to a variety of spots - Hong Kong during the protests, Thailand, Jerusalem where he went over into Lebanon and Jordan to visit some historical sites. While he was in Hong Kong, he passed out a survey to gather data on the opinions of Hong Kongers re: the protests. He was in the process of writing a book summarizing his experience there and the data he gathered. Unfortunately he was only 50 pages in before he passed, so its not something that I can finish for him. He was a UCLA graduate and was in law school. Keep that in mind whenever you want to look down your nose at addicts (the proverbial you not you the posters I'm quoting).

He was a kid with a huge heart and a huge brain. We were simply born into the wrong family. Raised by a single father with extreme PTSD and anger problems from being wounded in Vietnam. Both parents extremely mentally ill. We were moved all over the country as kids. Never had stable roots anywhere. We both endured a tremendous amount of trauma in our upbringing, which was the primary driver of his addiction issues.

Hold your loved ones close and don't give up on them sherbros. He was my only brother and "full blood" sibling and I will never get to see or hold him again.






















I don't know why but reading this post made me cry. It was a reminder of how kind my brother was to people, to a fault really. Thank you.





We are some of the most anglo looking fuckers around. We must come from the same gene pool as Frank Mir, Tom Aspinall, Weidman and Shia LeBeouf. We have very similar phenotypes.
Very sorry for your loss, sherbro.
 
It is absolutely not your fault.

This is a tragedy that you have had to live through. Be kind to yourself.

Your friendship with this person was one of the better parts of his life; I think that is fair to say.

The time you spent together makes you responsible, first and foremost, for the laughs you had together and the moments you got to enjoy.

I’m sorry for your loss brother.
 
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