Well I had a bad evening last night. Let me tell you the backstory on all this. My neighbor Jason and I grew up together for the last 21 years. I always thought we were gonna be sweethearts and all that. He is 3 years older then me. Well as soon as Jason graduated from high school he started to dabble in more heavy drugs. I mean I knew he did pot, x and acid when he was in high school and such. But I didn't think that was too much of a big deal. Well about 5 years ago I got a phone call and my mom had said Jason had OD'd on heroin but they had revived him. It seemed like it went down hill from there. He was in and out of jail for numerous drug charges. Horribly strung out on meth and heroin. Well a couple days before I had Jareth in Jan of 2007 he went back to prison for a bunch of different charges. Supposed to be in there 3 years. I had heard every so often that he had done so much stuff that his mind was ultimately gone over the years. His brain was poached. Well I went to my parent's house for dinner. They informed me Jason had gotten out of jail that morning. Well I was excited to see him and see how he was. I was thinking wow maybe 17 months in jail was good and he had became someone I was hoping he was. Well he came out and I wanted to cry. He looked mentally challenged. He talked like a 5 year old. And it just was a shot to my heart. I am just full of numerous emotions and don't know what to do with all of em. It sucks uber much.
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I'm sorry!
The weary one, orphan
of the masses, the self,
the crushed one, the one made of concrete,
the one without a country in crowded restaurants,
he who wanted to go far away, always farther away,
didn't know what to do there, whether he wanted
or didn't want to leave or remain on the island,
the hesitant one, the hybrid, entangled in himself,
had no place here: the straight-angled stone,
the infinite look of the granite prism,
the circular solitude all banished him:
he went somewhere else with his sorrows,
he returned to the agony of his native land,
to his indecisions, of winter and summer.
Pablo Neruda
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