After Roy left I struck up a conversation with an older woman sitting in the group room, cane at her side.
“My neighbor’s kid died of a heroin overdose,” she said. “After the funeral I was so upset, I took two extra Percocet. I get headaches when I cry. They did the trick. Pretty soon I was taking the pills night and day.” She shook her head. “How’s this for irony. I got addicted because I was so upset by someone dying from their addiction.”
“At least you see the irony,” I said. “A lot of people wouldn’t.”
“You know what kills me?” she asked. “I looked down on that kid and his family. I loved him like a son, but when he went to rehab, I thought a lot less of him.” She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.
Today I will not look down on anyone.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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