Dear Mr. Speedball (heroin and coke)
Well I don't have much to say to you but…Thank you, I love you. For awhile you were wonderful… My best friend, I could always rely on you to get me through my rough situations, with a smile on your face. The feeling you give…when I'm rushing on my Ron, and I feel just like Jesus' son, and I put a spike into my vein, and I tell you things aren't quite the same. And I guess, but I just don't know. But then you turned on me. You have put my rump on the line…and set me up for failure. I lost my family, friends, respect (self/others). And dignity. I have been in jail four times and Bree (my girlfriend), remember her… well she is in jail as I write this. You jerk. What have you done to me and my life? I live under a bridge. What is that? But you know what…you can't win this time. I'm stronger than you. I'm getting help. You are so deceiving and candy coated, but you're not. I do thank you for the many good times, the escape, and most of all - for the good kick in the butt you gave me. "A good lesson in life: If you hang out with garbage, you start to smell like garbage. That's all."
P.S. Please lose my #
Your "friend", Josh
Beware of the smiley face!
Joshua Daniel Wagner, November 4, 2000 |