Heroin was all over the place back then.

My best friend calls me over to his apartment about 50 years ago. We used to live in the same tenement when we were little kids. We went to kindergarten together with my other best friend Johnny.

His name was Donnie I get there Donnie is worried he robbed some guys house who was in organized crime. Donnie give me a gun and says if anyone try's to get in shoot them. What are friends for so I holding the gun pointing it towards the door. Then I see Donnie shoot up for the first time. I was shocked then doonie goes limp from the high. Then a few minutes later he throws up all over his couch.

I call him an idiot. He tells me he can quit anytime he wants.

I told him I am going and he better kick it. I did not have much to do with him after that. I knew he would rob my house if he needed money. 4 months latter someone killed Donnie.