Liquid Cocaine/ Liquid Heroin... There's A BIG DIFFERENCE

Ok, so here's how it goes.. 1 part Jager, 1 part Rumpleminze, 1 part Goldschlager. This is a Liquid Cocaine (L.C. for short)  Let me remind you Rumpleminze is 100proof. Now Liquid Heroin (L.H. for short) is the same exact concoction ( that word is for Mr Ki Dub) but you add 151 on top of that. I can handle my liquor but 2 of those puts me in my spot. I dont need anything else to drink but water after back to back shots of L.H. So one night Mr. Ki Dub (im gonna call him Mr because he deserves it) Myself, O-Dogg, and I cant remember anyone else. That alone should explain the intensity of the night. We were  chilling, getting wasted from place to place. Our last stop was a strip club, well i think we only went to strip clubs that night (LOL) As soon as we walk in the door O is ordering a round of L.H's. Now Mr. Ki Dub's favorite drink are L.C's and at the time he was drinking like a fish since he was 13. He has yeeeears under his belt!! i wouldnt expect him to fail me as a my wingman. That night he proved me wrong...15 minutes after the first round, another round was ordered. 15 minutes later Mr. Ki Dub is tugging on some dudes shirt, screaming gibberish at the top of his lungs. After I apologize to the man, and explain to him that this half irish half italian nut bar has had to much to drink. told em it wont happen again yada yada. so after i scold Mr. Ki Dub with a fierce " Tighten The Fuck UP!!" Only to wait 10 more minutes until he's fuckin with buddy again. At that point the dude was cool and he didnt take it personal. He just laughed as I walked Mr. Ki Dub to the door. I didnt want to fuck up my connections at the club. I got drinks for the low, The girls didn't ask me for a tips, and i was cool with all the bouncers. So the ride home was a mix of my disappointment and his gibberish. i decided to stop and get some denny's and try to help my dear friend sober up some. only to find a group of piggies enjoyin their coffee n pancakes. I wasnt about to bring Mr. Ki Dub inside, so i tell him to wait in the car. Now this is where i made my one and only mistake. i left the keys in the ignition. it didnt occur to me at the time but when i stepped outside with 2 bags of food. To find my car missing from the parking lot with half the precint inside behind me. i was furious. I dont even think that is the word to use for this night. I wanted to kill him and take em to the everglades so the gators could have a drunken feast. When he answers the phone he has the audacity to ask me "Where are you?" This man thought I left him. He fell asleep, woke up in the passenger side and came to the conclusion that he was by himself. I think God put him in my life to test my patience.  When I see him, i have to ask him " how did i do?" At the beginning I wrote Mr. Ki Dub deserves the Mr. I say that because he's trying to live a life of sobriety. I support that 100%. To see a childhood friend destroying himself kills me. No matter the drug. (Yes alcohol is a drug, they just figured out how to tax it.) i know there's people out there that could relate. Sometimes we have to wait for them to hit rock bottom before we can help them pick themselves up. So Mr. Ki Dub we had some goodtimes and we will continue. I SALUTE YOU!!! STAY STRONG MY BROTHER I GOT YOUR FUCKING BACK!!!!!  Anybody on my side of the fence... BE THERE FOR YOUR FOLKS.. THEY NEED US!!!! ALSO TO ALL MY PEOPLES READING THIS.... I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT!!!! 730 LA FAMILIA