daisybean
Rock n' Roll Doggie, FOB
I just found out that this boy I went to grammar school with died of a herion overdose.
It was such a waste....he was literally a genius, but he chose to do drugs to escape his family and his own brilliant mind.
Why do people who are given such amazing gifts throw them away?
He taught himself to read when he was two, by five he was reading the newspaper and writing poems and stories. When he was 10 he had near perfect SAT scores (he took them for fun).
When he was 12, he started hanging with people who were for lack of a better word, bad influences....started smoking, drinking, doing pot.
By the time he was a senior in high school he was burnt and spent. He dropped out shortly before he was supposed to graduate...he was failing every subject.
A few years ago he tried to put his life back together, he went to rehab and cleaned up. However, the years of drug abuse destroyed his brain. The last time I saw him, we was working at a convience store.....and could barely speak in full sentences, but he told me he was recovering, and regretted what he did to himself. He could still put his thoughts on paper, but lost alot of his ability to articulate those thoughts into spoken words.
In the last months of his life...the poetry he wrote read more like suicide notes....dark and painful.
It was such a waste....he was literally a genius, but he chose to do drugs to escape his family and his own brilliant mind.
Why do people who are given such amazing gifts throw them away?
He taught himself to read when he was two, by five he was reading the newspaper and writing poems and stories. When he was 10 he had near perfect SAT scores (he took them for fun).
When he was 12, he started hanging with people who were for lack of a better word, bad influences....started smoking, drinking, doing pot.
By the time he was a senior in high school he was burnt and spent. He dropped out shortly before he was supposed to graduate...he was failing every subject.
A few years ago he tried to put his life back together, he went to rehab and cleaned up. However, the years of drug abuse destroyed his brain. The last time I saw him, we was working at a convience store.....and could barely speak in full sentences, but he told me he was recovering, and regretted what he did to himself. He could still put his thoughts on paper, but lost alot of his ability to articulate those thoughts into spoken words.
In the last months of his life...the poetry he wrote read more like suicide notes....dark and painful.
i hope his soul is resting too
