REGGIEHere is Reggie. Reggie was a victim of society. He felt he had no choice but to take drugs because his life was too difficult to bear. No one was there to help him and no one cared how he felt until it was too late. He died alone in this cold-hearted world, parched from the excessive amount of ecstasy in his mouth, feeling peerless and loved by no one. It's a shame that our young people turn to drugs to solve their problems, but sometimes they feel like they have no choice. Hopefully his death is a lesson to everyone about the impact of drugs on your life and the importance of family. Now all people can say about Reggie is, "Reggie was so young and had so much to live for." » “Reggie was never the same after his mother died.” "Such a smart boy, it's a shame that such a smart boy dies because of stupid decisions." “How could this happen to him?” This is his story… Reggie Johnson was born on March 16, 1996. In the Flatbush projects of Brooklyn, New York. His story begins on a Friday in a rundown residential complex where he lived with his brother. His mother had died because she had been mistaken for one of the prostitutes who circled the neighborhood. He turned to drugs, which precipitated his disappearance. He became belligerent towards his friends and family to get money so he could drink and smoke weed. He needed a way to escape the lifestyle he was living. His father was violent towards him. You could say he was very bitter towards Reggie. He didn't accept him as he was. It is unknown why his father neglected him when he was such a good child. Reggie, before his passing, was an honor student, destined to succeed in any career field of his choosing. He excelled in class, but he didn't... in the middle of his homework...... he left school because he was very stubborn. No, he lived on the street, without a house, without friends and without family. It was just him. He had nothing to display. He had nothing. But the two nickels in his pocket. He started following the wrong path and the crowd. He started doing heroin. He learned that quality street heroin is invariably heavily adulterated, but the extent of this varies greatly from region to region and from dealer to dealer. He was being harassed by other drug addicts who stole his money and took his things. He didn't like them because they weren't very gregarious. All they did was smoke, drink and steal. They stole Reggie's food. Food Reggie himself had stolen from the church's food drive. They beat it cheerfully and consumed every last morsel. The days passed and Reggie smoked more and more. He started smoking heroin and ecstasy and eventually died..