My PCP using friend

You were not a friend. You screamed at me for not hanging out with you when you were high on PCP. You thought I thought I was better than and and guess what I was. I had a crappy job but that was more than you had. I was not a thief like you were. I paid the rent but you tired to take over. You were a terrible person.

I was able to get out of the apartment and go live elsewhere. I lost touch with you even though you wanted to get back with me. I did not want to get back with you. I guess I hurt your feelings but you had no one to blame but yourself.

Many years pass and we move far apart. That suited me just fine but as I grew older my curiousity got the better of me and I looked you up.

You had died six years earlier. I was not surprised. You abused your body by not eating enough, throwing up what you did eat and years of drug use and drinking finally got to you. You killed yourself as surely as if you had shot yourself.

You had a lot going for you. A pension from the government, a daughter and grandchild and a place to live.

You though being the self abuser that you were eventually did yourself in. Here I am and there you are. I guess I won.

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