I went back to the dealer I got the most disrespectful amount of fentanyl ever in my life from back in February, and told him about my brother, and he said I am an addict and that is why my brother is dead, and then he said "just die already."

He demanded I get in his car. I knew I was going to die. He took me to some house, where I told him, "two months ago I was a little high and getting into a car, and the car went off a cliff, and my brother died."<br>He started to sob uncontrollably, and I thought he was going to cry. He started to punch me in the face, and I thought he was going to beat me up. <br><br>But he did not cry, and he did not beat me up. In some sick sadistic satisfaction, he demanded that I leave the house, and told me "you're an addict, that is why your brother is dead. If I were you, I would kill myself. Just die already."<br><br>Wtf is wrong with these people?