This ^^ is pretty profound
I ran into a friends ex girlfriend pan handling down by the Stampede grounds during the Stampede. She fell into the Crack cocaine trap. She was so young and vibrant when I knew her 10 years ago, now she looks 50, and I think she would be about 32 or 33 now. I didn't recognized her at first as I walked by, but after about 50 yards, it clicked who it was. I went back to try and talk to her, hoping I could get her some kind of help, but she had no clue who I was and asked me how much I would give her for a blow job. I tried to remind her who I was, and when I mentioned I was Jarrod's buddy, and that we all lived together for about a year, she flipped out, started screaming random garble and ran away. Very very sad. She hadn't been seen in a few years, and when I contacted her mom, all she had to say was "Oh, she's still alive eh?"