Jessica's Book Thoughts

About 7 months my husband I broke ties with a friend of ours. He was going hard and heavy at the drugs again, cocaine, speed, and heroine. He had basically lived with us for two years. He would take off right at the time he got his social security (to spend his money on drugs), then show back up a week later broke and hungry. We let in the basement free of charge. All we asked of him was that he didn't bring the shit around my kids. Hubby and I had a feeling things were getting worse and made arrangements for him to move into a half way house where he had his own living area. A week ago we got a phone call from the place telling us that when they went to do the weekly check in they found a note saying he had moved out to help his sister take care of her kids while her hubby was incarcerated. We talked to him 4 days ago (Oct 2), he said he was doing good. I was supposed to take them grocery shopping today. His mother called this morning to tell me he passed away last night, he had a heart attack. He got paid on the 3rd and didn't have a penny in his pocket. From what I was told by a mutual friend, him and his sister had blown his paycheck on crystal meth. He was 40 years old.