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At my new job, I'm a security guard at my apartments. I get the mundane drunks, morons and the occasional tweakers. And then I get the ones who was out on the streets for years and finally was able to get a place of their own.

In this instance, my neighbor was on the streets for 35 years, he said. A good guy. Just hanging around with the wrong crowd.

He moved into his apartment at the beginning of Feb. Sadly.. he only had his place a couple of weeks before he ended up dead.

He was dead 5 days before we was able to find out what was wrong. He was starting to turn brown. I'm guessing he was starting to decompose.

Sadly, he passed away from drugs. They found multiple needles and such in his room. The worst thing is that he died alone.

I was able to watch the moment we found his body to the moment they carried his body outside. It's a heartbreaking scene to see that situation happen.

I never had a good relationship with druggies. I've seen obits and "Rest in Peace" posts on social media of friends, family and loved ones of passing away from drugs. And you become numb to see it constantly happen. But, seeing them carry out a dead body.. I'm guessing that you can never cope and deal with death. Including when it's someone you barely knew to someone you've known for years.

If I constantly have to deal with this situation at my job, I don't know how much longer I will last. I have too much compassion for people. I hate to see anything bad happen to anyone regardless of what they have done to me.

Rest in Peace, my friend. i know that you don't have to deal with this shitty world any longer.

Always remember to check in on your friends, family, loved ones. We never know what deep down demons they are facing.

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Cadrewolf2
06:07 Feb 27 2025

Sorry about your neighbor another lost soul

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It would've been longer. But, eh.. oh well. Barely even come on this site anymore. Sadly, it seems to have died. All the excitement is gone. All the drama, thank the heavens, is gone. I only post this for my entertainment.

First and foremost.. It has taken me over 5 years to finally say I have a place on my own. Same with the state I live in. I will never return to my home state. Nothing there for me anymore. Yeah.. I got a psycho baby momma. But, eh... that's a story for another time.

It feels great to say "I came from being homeless to finally be in a place of my own." Living in a tent, homeless shelters, couch surfing... nah. I can't do that anymore. Not many can say that without being on drugs/alcohol. Sadly, in the state and city I live in, I currently see that literally on a daily basis. But.. that's their choice to screw up their lives on drugs/alcohol. It's not a "disease" as people claim.

For the ones who still has a grudge against me.. let it be known that I live rent-free in the back of your mind to still hold on to a grudge. You do you. And I'll do me. Just know that holding on to said grudge is truly pathetic.

I don't care if you love me or hate me. I will always be me. And not a damn soul will change that.