He was smoking a lot of pot and running with the wrong crowd. My in laws tried to help him but nothing work.

I got my hands on a coffin and put it in his room on his bed. Dude was pissed when he got home and saw that. I point blank told him he should start sleeping in it because if he did not beat his addiction and life choices he would be dirt napping before he hit 30.

3 weeks later I had my brother, a physician, bring him in and look at his dead girlfriend who had OD'd with him. My brother ran the code and then brought him in and showed him her blue, lifeless corpse. Told him he did this and he needed to change or die.

Unfortunately he made the decision not to change. Passed away last year after suffocating in his own vomit. When we found him he had been dead for awhile. He was bloated and stinky. Rough way to go. Addiction is brutal but we make our own decisions.

I am the master of my fate. I am the Captain of my soul.