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Fuck Addiction. Fuck Heroin
I woke up today to the news that one of my best friends died last night.
Gregory Feazell was found dead in a cheap hotel room in Acapulco after overdosing on heroin.
He was 38-years old.
I first met Greg on a Facebook group, when we got into a very “spirited” debate about Acapulco, where I was about to move to and he had lived in, on and off, since relocating there from Texas with his mom at the age of 12.
The debate ended with us agreeing to meet in person when I arrived, and Greg, along with his girlfriend Lou, would be my unofficial tour guides.
He went on to become one of my closest friends, and I looked upon him as a little brother.
However, because of his addiction, just like ALL of Greg’s relationships, our friendship would prove to be demanding, difficult, challenging, and at times just downright unbearable.
Greg’s childhood had been volatile and chaotic, to say the least, and by the time he was 13 he was already living on his own, in a house down the street from his mother’s place.
It was around this time that his substance abuse started, and Greg went on to develop a full blown, raging heroin addiction.
When Greg was sober (and by that I mean not using pills or heroin — he always…
