This is Wes my best friend of 7 years. I have a couple posts about him. This has been the hardest week of my life. You never think something like this would happen to you, until it does. We've been through sooo many ups and downs together. From accidentally locking him out of the apartment while I'm drunkenly passed out so he's stuck on the max all night to crazy crack binges and me having to kick him out on the streets but it got his as clean (mostly). Last June he finally broke up with his piece of shit girlfriend and came to live with me but went on a week long crack binge and I had to kick him out which led him to move to Washington D.C where he got clean and got his first job since I've known him. He was still using twice a month maybe more. I was the only person he could tell this to without being judged. He ended up crashing his work car, losing his job and coming home. His first night home he came to my work and I jumped on him like a fly on shit. Who cares about all the horrible shit you've put me through or accused me of, you were home. We were basically inseparable. He spent 80% of his time with me. We were taking a lot of Xanax so I can't remember a lot of it but I remember the important parts. The part where he kissed me in public for the first time ever and when he stole me that hideous necklace I've grown to love so dearly. But on the morning of June 22 at 4am I woke up to roll over and cuddle him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed hunched over. He always nods off in the oddest positions so I didn't think anything of it until I saw his face. I freaked out, shaking I tried to feel for a pulse but I couldn't feel anything. Maybe I was shaking to badly. I shock him. Nothing. I remembered I had narcan in my lockbox so I ran and drew it up in a needle and stuck him with it. Nothing. I called 911. They told me to do CPR until the paramedics arrived. I did. Crying and screaming at the phone I begged "PLEASE HURRY. WHERE ARE THEY? I NEED THEM NOW. NOW" They arrived after 7 minutes of waiting. They narcaned him twice more. Still nothing. People say it's not my fault. Wes will do what Wes wants to do. But I still feel like it is. My parents say I'm so happy it wasn't you. But I'm not.