Being A Good Friend With Substance Abuse
Back in nineteen-ninety-three I lost a good friend to substance abuse, his name was Jose. We used to be very good friends, we did a lot of things together. We loved hunting, fishing, playing sports and most of all; playing music. He was far from being the typical male; in fact, he was considerably good at everything. He played the guitar like the angels, he was also very smart and funny and possessed many, many talents, Oh, did I mention that he was also very popular with the opposite sex?