Heroin?

Just got off work and I'm wondering if my cousin is really off heroin or not. My harsh, gutter experienced instincts say hell no but my hopes & wishes say yes. I named my cousin & was there at his birth. We were pretty close until his parents (my aunt & my uncle in law) moved to Las Vegas for better opportunities and more affordable housing. Over the last 13 years my cousin & I lost touch & grew apart some distance. In this meantime I had children, recorded an album, made beats, broke the law and a couple hearts, smoked some good weed and tried some harder drugs here & there but never have I fucked with any "H". I don't understand how this (see picture on the left) doesn't make you think twice about it. Not even the pictures though, what about the stories in the streets you hear bout people who reached all time human lows, reducing to scum & filth and eventually dying! Just a tad worried bout this situation because when I talk to him about it he acts like nothings wrong and we're just paranoid. lol like 80 years of scientific evidence and proof doesn't scream that THE SHIT WILL FUCK YOU OFF!! He's 23 and he's a man I suppose so I can't tell him what to do. Lord Baby Jesus, once again I call upon you to intervene with my cousins life and work your mysterious ways to remove this demonic shit off my cousin. I was just wondering if anyone out there knows how to stop someone from doing this?

1,000,000 Paces in the Darkness

1,000,000 paces in the darkness. Its the slogan I use to describe my life's journey. Who understands stumbling through dark tunnels and starving for light? Who knows about screaming as loud as you can and not a single soul hearing you? Who can empathize with bumping and lacerating your head on low blunt overhangs and spiked chandeliers? Not that your incapable of learning a lesson, but simply because there is no fucking light.

This darkness makes it where sprinting toward your goals is out of the question. Even walking too fast toward them seems to be detrimental to the cause. I've found that the best thing to do is walk as slow as you can! so the impacts aren't too severe.

What good is speed if the raceway is cluttered with scrap metal, strategically placed 1000 lb. ball bearings and wandering children playing ball?

Everything happens a lot slower in the dark. Maturity, wisdom, discernment, common sense: all develop with a molasses like slowness compared to the people in the light. Other people that dwell in the dark with me consist of: The Stranger, The Widow and The Fatherless. Sometimes late at night we all share sour stories with each other on how we almost got some light and contemplate ways to produce light ourselves (i.e. God, Jesus, Drugs etc.). But its all to no avail because we never get any light.

Not only is 1,000,000 Paces in the Darkness the way I dub life. Its the name of my debut album!
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