Today’s Life Lesson: No Drugs

“Death in this situation is drowning. Your central nervous system stops working, so your lungs stop moving. When your lungs stop moving they fill up with body fluid. That means that your brain stays alive, while you die. But your body can’t do anthing about it. And people out there who think, “Oh I don’t even care if it kills me ’cause I’ll just fall asleep, and I’ll be high, and it’ll be great.” That’s BULLSHIT! It’s not going to be like that. It’s going to be terrible! People say, “Time is a healer.” It isn’t! It really isn’t. All that you do is put on a slightly thicker skin to deal with the pain. He would of been dead 2 years in a couple of weeks time. It’s as fresh and as raw as it was the day I got that phone call. In fact, sometimes it’s worst. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. I really wouldn’t.”

Glenn Le Santo on the use of drungs after his son Nimai Le Santo overdosed on drugs (Cocaine, Amphetamines, MDMA, Ketamine, Liquid G, and Heroin).
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Bullying

“Gabrielle Molina, 12, was found by her screaming sister at 2:30 p.m. yesterday in the small Queens Village home she shared with her parents and two siblings. The tiny pre-teen — who barely stood 5-ft tall — left behind an anguished suicide note that referenced her torment and apologized to her family for taking her own life. Molina’s sobbing father, George Molina, said that his petite daughter was slowly wearing down from the constant emotional abuse.” – NY Post. Every parent’s nightmare became someone’s reality yesterday. Bullying is absolute. Your child is either the victim or the culprit. Take action.

Today’s Motive: The Heart

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Photo credit to an amazing artist who posted this on tumblr.

“You can close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to the things you don’t want to feel.” – Johnny Depp

To A Marvelous Friend

I felt a cool breeze as I walked along the curve where we used to dream of everything.

The lonesome street smelled of this scent you occasionally wore. Everyone hated it, but not me. A peachy, ocean,  strawberry-apple medley. Yeah, that was your aroma. I remember you’d wear this black leather jacket and these red/grey sneakers all the time. Your hair was slightly messy but that had just been your style. You had a lot of that… style.

The most inspiring smile on the planet that no other could manage. We’d laugh for hours everyday, uncontrollable fun. We’d grin when people said things that we thought were dumb. We’d make up silly games because we thought the normative was lame. We made a pact that being different and creative would be our claim to fame. Not things that would impose shame. A wise man once said “the most honorable thing that you can do in life is stray from burying your family name.”

I can hear your voice every now and again. Sweet, soft words being spoken. Full of candid promise and delivery. You made happiness inevitable. We’d walk and talk for miles without feeling weary. I guess being in each others presence was astonishing and nothing else had matter.

We were our favorite book. Our favorite song. We didn’t have a favorite movie. We always said it’d be to hard to choose one. But I believe we could have been our favorite movie too.

P.S.

I miss you!

Love,

A Beloved Friend