A friend of mine went away recently to rehab, trying to get off the poison everybody knows too well these days. I’ve known him a few years. He’s fought heroin most of his life, and lately it’s been fentanyl. He seemed okay for a while. Last night I was over at his house with his significant other, and he was falling asleep standing up. He told me he was just tired. Anybody who’s ever been around someone using that stuff knows the look, the slouch, the drool. I know he’s using again. All his friends know. His significant other knows. I’ve already lost a young man to this damn stuff. After all the attention, all the talk, all the warnings, we’re still losing people every day. I’ll have to talk to him sooner or later. Last night wasn’t the time. This isn’t a question of if. It’s a question of when that stuff kills you. I don’t understand why this poison is everywhere. Why with all the money and effort, we can’t stop it. Why the cartel gets to roam the border while we pretend the Mexican government isn’t controlled by them. So much is going on, and anyone my age knows someone they’ve lost to fentanyl. Jacksonville is full of it, and it’s damn frustrating. #DrugAddiction https://sewermeetsthesea.substack.com