My last day of school of 8th grade I just got back from school and my mom's car was outside, she knew what happened in the morning.. she told me my cousin overdosed and she didn't think he would survive or ever gain conciousness (however you spell it). We got to the hospital nd my whole family was crying cause he was everyone's favorite cousin/nephew/etc. He overdosed on Heroin, crack and some other bullshit, had a heart attack cause of the crack and heroin made him unconsious so there wasn't any oxygen in his brain for at least 3 hours... (caused lots of brain damage). I'ts been 3 months now and my cousin has improved dramaticly, close to the opposite of what the douche bag doctors said... He can talk to someone everyonce in a while, he repeats words over and over and over, he says I love you when you say "I love you Paul", sings to Gunz n Roses whenever someone plays the CD in his room. He's 28 now and needs some prayers (if you believe in god, jesus blah blah blah).