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FYI: According to Lt. Need Help? Matthew Nunes, who was Sarah Mattson's fiance, is creating a website to show Sarah's artwork. He hopes to have prints of her work available for sale, and to set up a obixpo in Sarah's memory to help people with heroin addiction.
For more information, e-mail Nunes at mattlick yahoo. I have learned a great deal from using junk: I have seen life measured out in eyedroppers of morphine solution. I experienced the agonizing deprivation of junk sickness, and the pleasure of relief when junk-thirsty cells drank from the needle. I have serking the cellular stoicism that junk teaches the user.
Hunger can happen to anyone. who will you help?
Beedy have seen a cell full of sick junkies silent and immobile in a separate misery. They knew the pointlessness of complaining or moving.
They knew that basically no one can help anyone else. There is no key, no secret someone else has that he can give you. I have learned the junk equation.
Junk is not a means to increased enjoyment of life. Junk is not a kick. Luks is a way of life. The pretty year-old, who had struggled with addiction off and on for a decade, scored some junk at an acquaintance's house on her way to a barbecue with friends visiting from Germany, shot up in his bathroom, and promptly collapsed. Instead of immediately calling the paramedics, Timothy Prince, the man who supplied Mattson with the heroin, tried to revive her by putting ice on her, slapping her, and throwing her in the shower.
Despite the protests of Mattson's companions, Prince, who was also high, continued to refuse to summon help, forcing Mattson's friends to run to a neighbor's house to call By the time help arrived more than half an hour had passed.
Mattson was rushed to the hospital with a low heart rate and shallow breathing. She died shortly thereafter. If an ambulance had been summoned immediately, Mattson would probably have survived. Providing heroin is ogispo an "inherently dangerous" offense under the law.
But it is this very attitude of dehumanization of drug users that might have kept Sarah Mattson needy getting the help she needed to overcome her addiction. A Promising Future Sarah Mattson didn't have a horrible life. She had two loving parents, both of them highly creative, who encouraged Sarah to pursue her artwork.
Her four brothers adored her. She also had dozens of friends, a fiance, and plans to go to New York City obispp promote her art career. Her life was looking up.
Unfortunately, the allure of heroin was stronger than her desire to stay clean. She was trying to be responsible and take care of herself. I don't know why she did it in the first place, maybe it was self-medication, the price she was paying for being a really sensitive person. If your friends aren't that way, you're not motivated.
I think it became uncool to be a good student. I'm 57, so I know about the counterculture and alternative sensibilities. Sarah appreciated I understood those things, understood complex feelings and a questioning attitude toward life, not taking things at face value. In our family beliefs were arrived at through intellectual reasoning. I realized if she was going to accept our beliefs, she would have to make that decision on her own.
When you have you do the best you can. I don't think we were heavy-handed.
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She was shy and didn't know how to respond," recalled Jan. You'd make [people] so happy. Sarah always remembered that.
I thought I was a wise old man, but later I wondered: Maybe I put a burden on her needyy always be cheerful. It changed her as a person. Once she did it, she never went back. To me it was ificant that we both remembered that. She made herself the person she was, a brightly colored bird that would cheer up everybody. The best way to describe Sarah is infectious.
She made everyone feel special, gave them self-worth. And she was one of the best friends I ever had. But Sarah and her parents continued to maintain a closeness. No matter how many problems she was having with own personal life, she always made time for cgick and her brothers. She never became jaded as far as relationships with family [went], she never became hardened. Once you open the door to the kind of relief or solace that something like heroin can give, that's a dangerous place for someone with those kinds of [artistic] sensibilities.
She pursued a structured lifestyle, went to Allan Hancock and Cuesta. She did lis substantial amount as a student, which was difficult because she was always waitressing one or two restaurant jobs; she was even a bartender. They had helped Sarah with money in the past, but with four other children to support they could only do so much. I guess we're like most people, a couple paychecks from hitting the rocks.
So why did she the estimated million and a half other heroin users in the United States? She knew I loved her and that her fiance, Matthew, loved her. Maybe she thought she needed it to ssn creative. She was such a little lady. Szn remembered a promising writer who seemed troubled, but no more so than other students at the school. She was on her own a lot, a free thinker who loved to think. She was involved sseking and spiritually in what the heck see,ing world was doing or not doing.
She had a social conscience that certainly surpassed most of her chic, students, then and now. I wrote a poem for her and memorized it. We drove up to Perfumo Canyon to look at the stars. It was so beautiful; we were seeing shooting stars and making wishes. I looked over at her and recited the poem: Miracles dance and whisper as night's purple fingers gently caress the day.
Her passion burns the sun, and the moon is surely jealous of her beauty, soaring my soul; might it never touch the earth again. She remained clean. I was being a jerk and not realizing what I had right there in front of me. Eventually we broke up, moved out, and got our own places. When the couple started dating again, Matthew was living with some drug dealers. At the time, he had a band called Curiosity Killed the Cop.
Sarah remained true to Matthew while he served his sentence, but right before he got out she broke up with him. Seekinng just had to be cool about it. She went to Europe, and when she got back we got together again.
But almost immediately I got popped for dealing again. They wanted to give me nine years, but I ended up getting just one year.
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We stayed in contact the whole time I was in, but then right before I got out luus moved to Seattle. His own depression sent him right back into the drug life. This time, for the first time, he started doing heroin. It was like Sarah dumped me. He came at me straight, and that was cool. It seems weird to say, but he really helped me out. And when he finally received a letter from Sarah he "freaked.
She said she needed to get her head on straight, and she wrote me a poem. It was really beautiful. I got her an engagement ring.
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I accused her, but she denied it. Later I found a syringe in the bathroom.
She was going to move back down, and when I was finished with my parole we were going to move to LA. During the time she remained in Seattle I thought she was clean, but when she finally got [back to San Luis Obispo] she was a waif, so skinny, it was bad; it was obvious she'd been using. I was there and it was horrible. But we nurtured her, brought her back to health.