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Old friend from DFW relapsed. Never thought I'd be able to make that claim. We always joked as kids about his addictive personality, he went through a 24 pack of soda a night. Now it's 320mg of oxycontin. It's absolutely heartbreaking. We used to hang out every night for two or three years, and when I saw him a month ago we had nothing in common. Where did four years go? If I'd walked in without knowing, it would have been as if no time had passed at all. Same room, same furniture, same foods, new gadgets. So long old friend.