Jeremy Klein was a loved person. He always cheered people up. He always said, "No, I will never do drugs''. Jeremy started out by smoking weed when he was fifteen. He was still his normal self, funny and smart. Then he would get into trouble, which led him to be angry or sad. He then started using other drugs, like cocaine and ecstasy. Every once in a while he would take a hit of acid or eat mushrooms, which made all his friends that didn't do those drugs mad. His mother loved him with all her heart. She would bail him out of jail or make sure he was happy, but that just wasn't enough for him. Jeremy stayed at my house. We played video games and we played army down at the park. We had good times together. He had good times with many people. He started doing heroin about four years after he did other drugs. Many people didn't know, except for the people who shot up with him or the friends that were close. We always told him it's not worth it, but I guess he never stopped using. Last nightJeremy was at a party shooting up and died. He was my best friend. I just wish he changed sooner instead of taking the drug path of going to jail and being under the influence. I remember the day he was at work and cut his finger from being under the influence of cocaine. He thought he was superman and couldn't be stopped by drugs. He was wrong. The police liked him; they would give him so many brakes. He had a lot to live for besides drugs. He was a great friend and a great son. I wish I could have said I love you when I still could. Now you are in a better place, and we will all miss you.