Today I am sad. He deserved life. He was just sad and he was using drugs to cover that pain.… Dan was part of the big Oxy boom of 2004 to about 2011ish. Many we knew and loved were. "the ‘golden age’ of being a pillhead was 2000-2010”… guts me up. Wanted to share below 
Had it ended with Oxycontin, we might have been okay. Out of the strength of our experience, we all could have turned against a common enemy and unleashed a storm. Vowing never to repeat the mistake and to hold everyone accountable who could have allowed this to happen. But now - years since then - a lot of the people coming off the front lines seem more weary, or heavy-hearted, or rootless, or maybe just without hope. Because it’s a slightly different enemy, and no one is really sure where to direct the anger. Or the outrage. And most people will never understand what swept through during these years. Even the ones who lived along side us don’t understand. And the generation after us will think it’s strange and won’t have much sympathy for anyone who’s stuck there.
We’ll get older, and some of us will adapt, and a few of us will thrive, and most of us will just submit and let the memories of those years scar lines on our faces and draw circles around our eyes. And we’ll go to see doctors who’ll tell us about organs that aren’t working, and we’ll take a lot of pills and talk about our mental health and look for ways to get by. But within everyone will be a yearning that never fully goes away and gets kicked up once in a while by the smell of a rain or a rustling of the leaves. And we’ll think no way could that feeling seem so distant. It can’t be that it all vanished in prescriptions and doctors and drug deals and shooting galleries and dollar bills and public bathrooms and tin foil and needles… it just can’t be. Because the trees still move the same way in the wind, and the grass still smells the same after it rains, and it can’t be that we’ve ruined that all forever.
And then in a weird hard to describe kind of way, we also feel safe. Or maybe that’s numb. Like the years are nothing to fear. And that they can’t take anything more. And we’re quieter than we used to be. Because there isn’t much to say. Telling war stories about those little blue-green things that seemed to change the world. And laughing at memes of wiping that coating off on tee-shirts or underwear or whatever we had laying around. Anyway, not sure what the point of this post is. There probably aren’t too many of us old Oxy 80 users still out there. If you were unfortunate enough to get sucked into that vortex from 2000-2010, there’s a good chance you didn’t live to tell about it. But a few of us will be around for a while. And we’ll always have a special bond. 
Pictures below of my boy in those years💔
seems like it grabbed so many of us who were born in the late 70’s and 80’s. Swept through the entire generation. What a fucking thing life is… crazy… I’m so glad you made it out too girl. We were some of the lucky ones…