To put it bluntly, about 25 years ago, my Mother committed suicide after many years of severe alcohol abuse. She shot herself. I was a few hundred miles away and dead broke. I fell apart, even though she had attempted suicide several times before and her death was not unexpected. A half hour after I got the phone call, my friendly neighborhood dealer came over unexpectedly to see if she could sell me a bag of Columbian. She took one look at me and gave me the bag, saying "Pay me when you can." and left a minute later. (A speed freak, but basically a good person.)

For me, getting that baggie was a life-saver. It allowed me to function (I had 2 small children at the time) and gave me a "breather" from the pain. Ask your friend how he's doing and if he thinks lighting one up would help his pain. - Granny