He’d slip up and do his drugs. His drug of choice were percocets. (Because of his addiction, I actually refuse to be prescribed percocets for pain.) But he tried. He stopped stealing from us. We still had some temper issues, he’d still be a real asshole if he was on them. Sadly in his last few years of life, he had an addiction to heroine.
I don’t actually know what killed him. They put down ‘accidental’, but were unable to determine what he “accidentally” died from. The cops did no investigation. Had they done so, they’d know the people who “found him” were lying through their teeth about everything. Not that it probably would have mattered. Back then dealers wouldn’t have gone to jail. The best any of us could have hoped for would have been obstruction of justice.
Those who label words as violence do so with the sole purpose of justifying violence against words.