A half-hour later, Justin walked up to the doughnut shop counter and slid a folded dollar bill toward his friend. DJ was trying to use less than before. When he was high on heroin, all of the problems with his family and the shame he felt from his drug use washed away. It was December and temperatures were falling below zero at night. The rooms are bare, with hooks where pictures once hung. Out of options, DJ checked himself into the Arrowhead Behavioral Health center near Toledo, in his second stab at rehab.
In Florida, nine people died from counterfeit Xanax pills containing fentanyl.
At least DJ was not freezing to death. More importantly, he ordered that the jail term be followed by six months of treatment in a locked facility. He never unpacked his bag. I was in a whirlpool of emotions. Macey was kissing his cheek, and he was smiling. But I loved it. He had always been an extrovert, the class clown.