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Been thinking a lot and crying about my old friend Lensey Butler today. OD/suicide, back in like 07 I think
She was an artist, a painter. I was an artist then too. We& #39;d share work and hang out and make each other laugh and listen to music.
Lensey was dating one of my best friends. She got into heroin like a lot of my friends did. It was a depressing time.
I had stayed up all night doing mushrooms with her on-and-off bf and a group of best friends. Probably the best trip I ever had, staring at the stars in the backyard and listening to music, real euphoria..
After sunrise we& #39;re sitting on the porch and my phone is ringing. It& #39;s an ex-girlfriend. I answered.
She tells me Lensey overdosed and left a note, just after getting out of rehab. I had to be the one to tell her boyfriend. He spent the next hour walking around the neighborhood punching trees and screaming
Funeral was a travesty, some pastor who had never met her and giving dumb platitudes like, & #39;It& #39;s so sad to see a young person die& #39; NO SHIT
I was & #39;gifted& #39; with several boxes and bags of her books and clothes. Sold off/donated most of it, but I kept her belt
The belt fit me and I wore it for years until it write down last winter. I& #39;d get compliments, then remark that I was wearing a dead girl& #39;s belt, and conversation got very awkward very quick.
She asked me to be honest about her paintings once. I told her I didn& #39;t like her style. She got upset, but we remained friends. I don& #39;t know if I regret saying that or not
I do regret not trying to help her more, but addiction is hard and I personally feel like it& #39;s something that they gotta decide on their own
But she was suffering more from mental health issues than drugs. That& #39;s what lead her to heroin
I don& #39;t have a point to this thread other than I miss Lensey and laughing with her and singing loud to Neutral Milk Hotel drunk in the kitchen with her shitty little dog yapping at us
