Anyone who was able to free themselves from drug abuse on their own should be congratulated and consider themselves very lucky, maybe even blessed. However, it has been my experience that this is the exception, not the rule. Though I did know, (slightly), a number of persons who were in The Seed, only three ?old druggie friends? of mine were ever in the program. One left after about a month, and I never saw or spoke to him again, nor do I have any idea what happened to him. The other two graduated the program. One I continued to have contact with for a number of years and she did great. Never used drugs or drank alcohol again, married, kids, great life. The other I last saw about three or four years(?) after she graduated the program and at that time she was doing well, clean and happy. That?s as much as I know.
As for those who weren?t in The Seed, one of my best ?druggie friends,? Dave R., is a practicing dentist here in Broward County. Another, Rich S., was a co-worker of mine for a lot of years after I left The Seed. He still smokes and deals pot, quit the hard stuff in the ?70s, and I suppose you could say he?s doing okay, married to the same woman for 20+ years, good kids, successful in his career. Another, Chris C., I ran into just a few years ago in Indialalantic. He was the seafood manager at a Publix. He stated that he had found Jesus, moved to Cocoa to return to surfing and his music.
These are/were most my other friends:
Bob L. was shot and killed by North Miami Beach police in a shopping center parking lot in Sunny Isles. Dicky Y. was shot and killed by another friend, Rob J., who, to the best of my knowledge, is spending his life at Stark. Dick R. was shot and killed while attempting to purchase a large quantity of pot in Mexico. Alan S.(he was the 1st), Melanie T., Rich B., Kevin T., Joey R., and Kenny M.(QB of my high school football team, consensus All-Broward player of the year) died from overdose. Mark C. (National Honor Society student, class pres. at So. Brwd. H.S.) died from serum hepatitis. Two died in Vietnam, one in action, the other of a heroin overdose in Saigon. Ronnie B., 2 Bobby D.s, Dale F., Dale W., Bruce H. spent the ?70s and ?80s under the care of the Florida Dept. of Corrections, after that, I have no idea what happened to them. Mike S. was committed to South Florida State Hospital for a long period of time, but I did hear (15 or 20 years ago) that he was alive, got it together, and was doing very well. Russ J., I ran into about ten years after I left The Seed at the KMart in Oakland Park, he was still at the methadone clinic. He informed me that an old girlfriend of mine, Debbie A., was also still on methadone maintenance. Paula Y., another old girlfriend and another National Honor Society student at Nova H.S., moved to San Francisco with the intent of finding druggie paradise, and while being held against her will, was force fed a combination of methedrine and LSD, repeatedly ganged raped over a period of several days, and then institutionalized in California. She moved back to Florida after her release and continues, to this day, to be on medication and under psychiatric care. As for my best friend of the time, Dave H., (former ?druggie boyfriend? of one of the successful Seed grads), he died from gangrene that resulted from a drunken motorcycle accident. The list goes on and on and on...
Most of the above I knew pre-drugs and they were good kids, a few were very, very good kids. A few were mean, nasty, hateful sobs, and in trouble long before drugs, but only a few. Some I surfed, played baseball or football with, or a combination. Some I just knew from school.
These were real people, not the product of hypothetical speculation or homemade philosophy about what happens to teenage druggies, real human beings. A lot were kids I grew up with, played with, saw almost everyday of my life. NOT anonymous subjects of some report published by Joe Schmoo, P.H.D. or a committee of Dr. Schmoos or some politically motivated government report or self-promoting investigation. REAL PEOPLE! Kids I laughed with, have great, great memories of, kids who I spent time with when young, speculating about what we would be when we grew-up, who we?d marry, how many kids we?d have, when we?d get laid and who would be first, etc. Real people who I knew well, people who were much like me, and I believe would have benefitted as much as I did from The Seed, if they had been as lucky as me.
I should also mention, specifically for those of you with crystal balls in your heads or just enamored with your own musings, at age 15, not a single one, NONE, of the aforementioned, (including myself), had ever used an illegal drug. Some had used alcohol, myself included, but most, nothing!