He sat there in the garage and just wept. I can only imagine the bond him and his friend had. The connection you form with someone you do drugs with is more powerful and addictive than the drugs themselves. Not everyone does this, but in my experience with whatever I’ve done this is true. Losing a friend is a horrible thing, but losing a friend who you’ve been your most vulnerable with, your most open and pure and honest and afraid and enlightened and excited and happy and loved by/with/around is something that just doesn’t happen in a sexual relationship.
People don’t understand that. They just see the drug.