“We are filming at the house in Great Barrington where [my mother] lived and died," Joe Symons said of the short film. "It will be a hard experience for me. But it will also be very healing. It will be a final send-off for her, making peace with both her life and death."
I was needing to use constantly. I had just left the clinic, and so now I had even more of a habit because I had the heroin on top of the methadone. I was sick every two hours around the clock.
"I’ve been with several people while they overdosed, and rescue breathing worked. I can think of five: three times in a car, two times in a house. Three are dead now."
"When I was younger, I was an A student, in the 98th percentile on all the tests. I did ballet. You wouldn’t have thought I would end up the way I did. All my teachers thought I had a lot of promise and would do well in life."
I hate heroin. I hate that it disappeared some of my childhood friends, killed others, and left still others straggling down our Main Streets with those shadows in their cheekbones.
We cannot dismiss the problem of heroin and the underlying, mysterious madness of the youth here. What do people need to escape from when they need to escape this much, this far?
