Just rediscovered this, he lived down my street as a kid:
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Thanksgiving for the life of Robert Hall, died 11th April 1999 aged 26 years. Dearly loved son, brother, grandson and nephew.
So now son You've grown tired of grass -
All that damned acid, cocaine and hash.
And someone pretending that he is your friend
Said "I'll introduce you to 'Miss Heroin'."
Before You start fooling around with me
Just let me tell you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave;
Believe me I've sent stronger men to their grave.
You'll start off experimenting one fine afternoon
And end up asleep in my arms very soon.
Then you'll realise the monster inside you has grown
And you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
But don't think it's easy or you've got the knack -
Then sweetie just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut in a knot;
The jangling nerves screaming "Just one more shot."
The hot chills, the cold sweats, the withdrawal pains
Can only be stopped by my little white grains.
Now I return, just as I have foretold
And I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give me your morals, your conscience, your heart -
And now you are mine - Till Death Do Us Part.
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He was never the stereotypical junkie and was always polite & friendly (and very candid) to my folks and tried everything he could to get clean,
- he overdosed after his methodone treatment was reduced too quickly.
