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You don't ever come fully back from it if you are one of the few that survive it.
I planted trees and did other woods work on and off on the 80s and 90s. Many of my coworkers are dead now from that poison. I thank the Goddess I never have tried it.
I remember seeing a friend start trembling when he saw a street dealer after being in Avery, Idaho for three months planting trees.
His entire earnings from that contract was turned over for that he was enslaved to in less then two weeks.
He tried to kick it, but he didn't succeed. He failed fitting in back as school because his behavior and attention span had morphed. I remember seeing him muttering and fidgeting at a computer in the University of Oregon (UO) Library in Eugene. He tried to cut his throat and chickened out after the first cut and ran to Sacred Heart two blocks away in the UO neighborhood he lived in.
He was on anti-depressants, crank occasionally, and a whole lot of suffering and struggling with the twelve steps.
He died sitting in a chair in his apartment with a beer in his hand when his heart gave out. He was 31, never stole anything, and he drove everyone nuts who had to deal with him. But he was a brother and I an still saddened by his loss and I miss this brother.
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