The time I lost a good friend...

It happened years ago, but I can still remember it like it was yesterday. Me and my best friend... let's call him Derky, we were childhood friends, my parents weren't home often so I was at his house most of the time, playing Pokemon or Goldeneye on his Nintendo64..
Anyway, he was very experimental so one day he came to me with a huge grin, like always.. He was such a happy guy, nothing could have fazed him.
He came to me, poking my shoulder and asked if I ever took any drugs, my parents are hardcore christians and forced their believes upon me whenever they were home. It made me kind of rebellious but still didn't dare to take any drugs. They would have freaked out.
Well, obviously I answered no and told me that we should try it.

He went to the toilet and came back with a big plastic bag. I was very confused, didn't know what he was doing.
"Ever heard of Jenkem?" He asked me and took a big whiff from that bag. That was the last time I saw him happy.
After that, he changed. It is like a demon took possession of his mind and body,he was no longer the happy guy that I used to know, just sad, angry, hateful. His behavior changed instantaneous. He was crying one time, and then insulting me the other, he looked down on everyone, his grades drastically decreased.
I lost him the moment he inhaled the demonous gasses of his own waste.

Rest in pimples old friend,
I will always remember you.