As in, real drugs, not pot. My best friend of a long time & I parted ways a few years ago because he was just too far gone. You name it, he did it. Constantly. He would kick one particular drug but replace it with another, fighting his inner demons I guess. It wasn't a clean break though, because we're from a small town and he associates with an equally as bad relative and another one that chases pills like it is a real job. So I'd hear about him through the grapevine, so to speak. Eventually it got to a point to where I thought he was doing well enough and I really needed the friend back that he use to be, so I called him. We've been talking, texting. Hung out twice, of course he's expensive to entertain as he as no job, so I limit those encounters. Not that I mind, don't. I just can't afford it. So I'm at work Friday, I see a missed call from him and I call him back. He rambles on about being at an ER in an adjoining state, I ask why he is there, something about he rode with someone to pick up their kid, pain management clinic, took something, mumble mumble mumble and he was crying the entire time. I have no idea what he was talking about and I had to go, I told him I'd call him when I could. I text him yesterday, no answer. So I call him earlier, I'm asking him how he is doing, he sounds normal. A little bewildered as to the concern in my voice, he is totally shocked when I speak about him calling me Friday. He doesn't remember any of it, and seems hesitant to talk about anything, but does admit that he was several sheets into the wind and remembers the day, but not calling me. Drug heads.