Fifteen years ago there was a guy outside my apartment selling the homeless newspaper. He admitted he was addicted to heroin. So I paid for him to go to a halfway house. That was because my friend told me that even though it was unlikely to work, every chance is an extra chance.

That's what I'm hoping for here. I want a story that addiction from these horrible drugs isn't always the end. It would be amazing if he can recover from this. I'm scared but it's all I have for him right now.