My brother was a heroin addict, and had been off that stuff for a few years, but his left hip collapsed and was scheduled to have sugary 3 days after his death. He was taking the 10 milligrams, 5 pills every 3-4 hrs, and he chewed them up. I'm not sure why, but he said it was shocking his system. I spent the 9th of April with my brother, he adopted a dog, a friend of mine talked to him at 5 after 12(midnight) and then no one heard from him for 3 days when my daughter started to worry cause she had not gotten her usual wake up call, and I was worried because I had not gotten my wake up text message. My daughter age 17 at the time broke into his home and found him dead laying on his couch. The TV was on it looked like he fell asleep and just never woke up. He was angry with our parents at the time of his death, and they had not spoken in 2 years. My mom still cries every time she sees his picture. She told me that there is nothing like loosing your child, but I will tell you there is nothing like loosing your only sibling and becoming an only child. I thought for a long time it was my fault for not keeping him safe. Safe from his self, safe from the drugs, safe from life. But I have realized that it was going to happen sooner or later just because of this drug that is man made. It is a killer and steals life no matter who it touches.