A friend of mine passed away a few days ago. It’s been pretty rough. I met him while living in Baltimore through his best friend. He was a big fan of my photography. When I’d do professional shoots, Adam was always my assistant…he was a great photographer himself.
Adam was one of the smartest kids I’ve ever met. His heart was gold. He was wise beyond his years and, in my eyes, that set him apart. But in his eyes, I think he felt he was never a part of the crowd. Just prior to me leaving Baltimore, Adam started messing around with drugs.
Drugs are designed to push your body to its limits and many are manufactured under the safety and cleanliness guidelines of your local trailer park. Just think before you inject or ingest a drug. You have absolutely no idea what it is, how concentrated it is, nor how clean it is.
A year and a half and one overdose later, Adam is dead. Drugs simply kill. They kill you. They kill families. And they kill the people you leave behind who desperately wanted to help you and who, now, would give anything to have you back.
20 years old. An amazing soul. Gone.
People die. Drugs unfortunately don’t.