Don’t be. He was some kind of dead weight I had to carry only because he was a former classmate I hung out with. This also happened around 15 years ago so it’s not a recent thing. I’ve tried K and I believe it’s nothing like heroin when it comes to addictive potential so I believe he fucked his life up himself due to bad decisions despite abusing K. In fact, I hated K. It was like a separation of mind and body without any form of the euphoria for me that people were claiming to have experienced.
It’s actually quite funny when I think about all the crazy shit and I’ve got good stories to tell at parties as long as I have mutual friends who knew him to corroborate them since they’re so fucking crazy people would have called me a liar without someone there to back me up.
The dude even thought a spirit followed him home after walking past a funeral and saw the dead dude standing right next to his picture. Then he saw a discarded doll in the elevator right after that which somehow confirmed it and his fucking MOTHER called me up at 12am asking me why her son was burning offerings for the dead right outside their house at midnight lol.
This was while he was chasing the dragon but of course I didn’t tell his mother that.