"Buster," George said breaking the silence that had been enduring for nearly an hour. Buster looked up from what he was doing " I don't blame you for what happened last semester. I shouldn't have been doing drugs in the first place." 'What?' thought Buster.
" I shouldn't have sold you the drugs anyway. I am as much to blame for this as you."
"I knew as well as you the effects of the drugs. I knew what I was doing the first time I did weed, and I knew you were right when you told me I needed to get help."
"It doesn't matter. At least you got help for your addiction." 'George is lucky as hell. That overdoes could of killed him.' "You were lucky though. You could have died. Imagine if no one was around when it happened?"
"That's what's scary." For once George was noticing how much Buster helped him.' " I can't believe I did all of that just to run away from my problems. It seems so stupid right now but at the time it seemed like the only way out."
"We all do stupid things to avoid our problems but that doesn't matter. At least your better now and that's all matters.