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Pills are nuts, man.
One of my best friends in college was CRAZY into drugs, mostly pills. He was a very gifted basketball player. Kid was 6'4" and could standing dunk two hands, take it to the rim hard, dunk, draw the foul, whatever, and bomb 3's all day. Dude also was the best rebounder I've ever seen.
He did all this while high off oxy. In high school he would snort lines, then go out and drop 35 and 15. He came to our school (a small D3) because he got his D2 scholarships pulled... they found out about his issues. Our school took a chance on him, and he was dropping something like 18 and 11 as a freshman in one of the nation's best D3 conferences.
Things got worse. The summer after his sophomore year, his GF broke up with him and demanded that he seek rehab, again. He went but snuck out a few weeks later... ended up curled up under a bridge, puking from withdrawals. His dad picked him up but kicked him out of the house... that's when he came to live with me for a few weeks.
I gave him his own room, and I used to find foilies crumpled up in there. He would eat a few McDonalds burgers a day, maybe head to the park to shoot some hoops... but inbetween, hit the oxy hard. He spent all his savings on pills. He would lie and lie to go back to his hometown and get more. A few times he passed out so hard (noddin, for those familiar) that I could barely move him.
A few years later, he seems to be clean. He transferred schools, got his GF pregnant, had a kid, and got married. We went to an NBA game together recently, and he swore to me he had been clean for months... but something was off about his behavior. My brother later told me that he was high off methadone. As far as I know, though, the family/kid thing really woke him up. I think he's good now.
Once a fiend, always a fiend, man. It's messed up. His brother is actually worse... he was a 4.0 student with a future in basketball, although he was more of a PG. I'll never forget seeing him in his grandma's basement, watching 1990's wrestling re-runs, nodding off on the couch after doing a few fat lines. Dude was in and out of rehab and 40 lbs overweight. His parents wouldn't talk to him, and his grandma couldn't say no. Saddest thing ever.
After seeing all this... I won't mess with pills. I was addicted to an anti-anxiety pill (prescribed) once a few years back... definitely not the kind that people take for fun. It was called Effexor, and for a week I was shivering, dizzy, and nauseous. Really wish my doctor would have told me about that. Anyways, I'm on a little bit of Zoloft now and it's all good. Stay clean, people.
One of my best friends in college was CRAZY into drugs, mostly pills. He was a very gifted basketball player. Kid was 6'4" and could standing dunk two hands, take it to the rim hard, dunk, draw the foul, whatever, and bomb 3's all day. Dude also was the best rebounder I've ever seen.
He did all this while high off oxy. In high school he would snort lines, then go out and drop 35 and 15. He came to our school (a small D3) because he got his D2 scholarships pulled... they found out about his issues. Our school took a chance on him, and he was dropping something like 18 and 11 as a freshman in one of the nation's best D3 conferences.
Things got worse. The summer after his sophomore year, his GF broke up with him and demanded that he seek rehab, again. He went but snuck out a few weeks later... ended up curled up under a bridge, puking from withdrawals. His dad picked him up but kicked him out of the house... that's when he came to live with me for a few weeks.
I gave him his own room, and I used to find foilies crumpled up in there. He would eat a few McDonalds burgers a day, maybe head to the park to shoot some hoops... but inbetween, hit the oxy hard. He spent all his savings on pills. He would lie and lie to go back to his hometown and get more. A few times he passed out so hard (noddin, for those familiar) that I could barely move him.
A few years later, he seems to be clean. He transferred schools, got his GF pregnant, had a kid, and got married. We went to an NBA game together recently, and he swore to me he had been clean for months... but something was off about his behavior. My brother later told me that he was high off methadone. As far as I know, though, the family/kid thing really woke him up. I think he's good now.
Once a fiend, always a fiend, man. It's messed up. His brother is actually worse... he was a 4.0 student with a future in basketball, although he was more of a PG. I'll never forget seeing him in his grandma's basement, watching 1990's wrestling re-runs, nodding off on the couch after doing a few fat lines. Dude was in and out of rehab and 40 lbs overweight. His parents wouldn't talk to him, and his grandma couldn't say no. Saddest thing ever.
After seeing all this... I won't mess with pills. I was addicted to an anti-anxiety pill (prescribed) once a few years back... definitely not the kind that people take for fun. It was called Effexor, and for a week I was shivering, dizzy, and nauseous. Really wish my doctor would have told me about that. Anyways, I'm on a little bit of Zoloft now and it's all good. Stay clean, people.
