Many people knew Eddie Little. Some knew him as the heroin addict, the gambler or the reformed criminal. I knew him as a writer, an artist and my friend. I met Eddie at Warm Springs Rehab. Center in Castaic, California. He was here for forty-seven days. He left eight days before he was found in a hotel room. He had died of a heroin overdose. A counselor that had been in his creative writing class told me of his passing, a class he had volunteered to teach. It’s purpose was to give hope to people who had long since thought of the word as a curse. When he left he said goodbye with a finality that I know now was meant to be forever.
You can read the rest here. Well worth a read if you're interested in the man's final days.
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