Hey everyone. I hope you all had a good couple of days. I really don't want to write this blog but it's only fair to explain the cryptic updates I left two days ago. Also a few people already sort of know what happened. I guess the main reason I'm writing this is because I really need to let it go and because I really cared about this person. From that sentence there, I'm sure you might already know where this is heading.
On the sixteenth I had received word from a friend of mine that another one of our good friends had passed away. I was told that he was found in an alleyway in downtown Chicago on the West side of the city. Which anyone from Chicago should know, is where a lot of people go to buy various hard drugs. Apparently, I didn't know my friend I'm talking about as well as I thought because he was down there buying heroin and from what I heard, quite a lot of it. Long story short, he took two women with him that he met down in the city and none of his other friends knew these two nor did I. So they went to a place and grabbed two jabs. Depending on what state you're in a jab can be anywhere from 12 to 15 bags of heroin I believe. Here, a jab is thirteen bags. so he bought twenty six bags for himself and two women he just randomly met. So that day and most of the night no one could find him or get a hold of him on the phone. He was completely MIA.
Later that night, one of the two random women calls my friend(the one who eventually told me as well about all this) from our friend's phone that we have no idea is dead at this point, because my friend had been calling our other friend all night because he was supposed to be hanging out with my friend and my friend couldn't reach him. So she told my friend she had something horrible to tell him about our friend and then she started sobbing to the point where my friend couldn't understand her. He noted later that the crying sounded very unrealistic and that it was more like her whining and acting distressed more so than actual tears. He also noted another woman in the background faintly "coaching" this other woman on what she was telling my friend had happened. When my friend asked if she was alone, the woman said she was even though my friend could clearly hear the other woman whisper-muttering things to the one on the phone the whole time. He asked numerous times what had happened, where our friend currently was and what had caused him to die among other questions that he could think of in his current distressed and panicking state of mind. She claimed after about ten minutes that the EMTs and the coroner were both there and she needed to talk with them to give information on what happened. He allowed her to hang up but with the caveat that she call him back immediately after she was done and could call back. She agreed to that and hung up. Now, when I was told this by my friend, the part about the EMTs and coroner, my mind instantly made me blurt out "bullshit" to my friend. Surprisingly he was with me on that thought of bullshit because he too had thought, when someone is dying of an overdose the police get involved a lot of the time too and also, how was the coroner there so quickly?? It takes coroners forever to get to the scene of a death especially if it isn't a priority case due to the violence that goes on in Chicago non-stop. So him being at the scene of a drug overdose in the city of Chicago within thirty minutes (allegedly but more on that in a minute) of a call being placed to 911 to come to the residence because someone was overdosing and possibly dead seemed not only unlikely, but pretty much damn near impossible to say the least.
So after another two hours she calls my friend back whom by the way, has been trying frantically to call her back on our deceased friend's phone. This time her speech patter is very drawn out and very relaxed and loopy. Certainly not the speech pattern of someone who just saw another person die from an overdose hours ago. My friend could clearly tell that she was most certainly intoxicated and the drug she was using was definitely heroin given her speech pattern and the way my friend said she would trail off mid-sentence almost as if she kept nodding off from the smack which, let's be honest here she was totally high on it. She starts telling my friend that our now dead friend was a wonderful guy, she starts telling a story from earlier in the evening and trails off so my friend gets her back on track and starts asking questions. The first one was where was our friend when this all happened. She claimed he was in the house with nobody but our friend. The second question was where she was located residence wise so my friend could tell our other friend's parents where to go to get his car, phone and other things. She started to answer the question and blurted out the street Pulaski. At that point my friend's thoughts that she wasn't alone were confirmed because the phone was quickly snatched away from her and a second, much more aggressive woman was now talking on the phone to my friend. She started screaming that my friend somehow had no right to ask questions especially where they live. At that point my friend explained what I said a sentence or two ago about wanting to pick up our friend's things so his family wouldn't have to drive from Southern Illinois all the way out to the city of Chicago because for them, it would be a five hour drive minimum. Our friend didn't live at home or near his parents, he lived in the burbs outside the Chicago city limits but only by about thirty minutes like the rest of us in our group of friends. This second "lady" proceeded to tell my friend tough shit basically and that if one of our friend's parents or family members called she'd talk to them about it but only them. With this interaction, my friend basically knew at this point that this second girl was obviously there when whatever went down happened as well. This second girl was also clearly the one trying to limit what she and the first girl said to my friend. It's very suspicious because we all knew our friend partied, just not that specific drug and surprisingly he kept it well hidden from most of us that knew him really well. So I say it's suspicious of her not wanting to say much of anything given my friend knew all the slang used with drug terminology that the first and second girl were using so they had to know he at least understood all of that and therefore had experience in the drug using world on some level, so why not talk to him about what happened to our friend?
So at this point I receive the call from my friend about what has happened and my heart fucking sank. I knew this friend since the age of nineteen. So after my heart sank I became instantly, violently ill because I'm realizing a friend of mine had been keeping a secret from me that proved to be his undoing and I never saw it coming?! It made me ill because in that moment it made me feel like a total piece of shit. For not knowing a good friend of mine for as long as I knew him had a severe and life ending problem and the additional fact that I didn't seen any of the warning signs of his habit through out the years. My friend continues to tell me the story of how, when and with who and how he thinks it doesn't add up and from what he told me as I've related to you in this blog, it wasn't adding up to me either.
To make matters worse with the two "women" our deceased friend's uncle who lives out our way went over to their house after getting the information of their whereabouts and they had the fucking nerve to hit up our friend's uncle for fifty dollars or they weren't going to give him our friend's phone, car keys and a few other personal effects. It's also odd because if those items had been on our friend, they would have been inventoried and set aside by the Medical Examiner's office for next of kin to retrieve.
Upon us talking with our friend's uncle, we found out that these two women lied to my friend over the phone. Our friend wasn't found dead of an overdose in their home and no EMTs or coroner were ever in their residence. The Medical Examiner's office stated to our friend's uncle that he was found in an alleyway on the West side of Chicago without anything other than his driver's license on him. The coroner also stated that the amount of heroin that was in his system tested positive for massive amounts of Fentanyl. He also remarked that the Fentanyl was the more predominant drug in our friends system though an amount of heroin was present. Now we know at this point, the two women lied about where our friend died, how many people were there with him, they had raided his corpse and shaking down our friend's uncle for a measly fifty dollars to get his belongings which they took in the first place and that they're both clearly hardcore heroin addicts. It also begged the question among my friends and I that, if they did the same heroin as our friend, why were neither of them close to dead or dead as well seeing as how the heroin in our friends system was almost all Fentanyl. It didn't add up and of course all of my friends an I knew it wasn't sounding correct at all at this point. Our best guess is they took our friend to a spot and he probably gave them money to pick it up for him since the dealers on the West side are all pretty much affiliated with the street gangs in that area and not keen on new faces. Given that fact alone, we're assuming they knew the dealer well and that he cut his product with a touch of Fentanyl as many dealers do nowadays so they had him make two of the twenty six bags "special" meaning they were almost all Fentanyl instead of the little bit of it in the other bags. Our friend being found in an alley close to that neighborhood also makes us think that they took him to a secluded area, did a normal bag or two with him and then gave him the one or possibly two tainted ones that they knew would kill him. Another reason we don't believe their version of events is that our buddy always had a ton of cash on him. Not hundreds but thousands. He carried a lot on him everywhere he went and we all knew that. When his uncle retrieved his things from the two women, his wallet was completely empty so they either stole the money after our friend was comatose or dead or, one night out of thousands our friend just didn't happen to have a ton of cash on him like he always did. I'm sorry but my friends and I are certain it wasn't the latter. Our friend had deep pockets and threw money around like nothing so him not having a cent on him is total bullshit.
We've been told by the Chicago police that there's no evidence they did anything to him and that he knew the risks of using that drug and all the other usual shit police say. Having said all that, I'm actually feeling a bit better that it's off my chest now. I know that he got done dirty by those two women. It's just a shame there's no proof to support that. I'm sorry for the total horror show that this blog is but it happened to a person that I loved like a brother and I never got to say goodbye to him. He was a beautiful, generous and loving person who was open minded and very kind to everyone he met, even if it was the first time. I will always remember the numerous times I hung out with him and all the fun we had together as well as all the tough times we faced within our group of friends that we met head on and together as a unit. He was also a very deep thinker and he and I would have conversations about all sorts of philosophical and universal topics as well as sociology, the study of people and how they interact within various groups they belong to. You were a very kind and loving soul man. I will always miss and love you my good friend.
Thank you for letting me vent everyone and if you don't want to comment or anything that's fine but of course you're welcome to say whatever you like if you want to. I really appreciate the friends I have here and if I didn't have this outlet to voice my pain over this, I'd be much worse off in the long run. So thank you to my lovely SG friends for being here for me on numerous occasions already. You're all very special and irreplaceable to me. Much love and respect to you all.
Sincerely,
Nix
