Blink is intended for mature audiences as it discusses topics that can be upsetting, such as drug use, sexual assault, and emotional and physical violence. Content warnings for each episode are included in the show notes. Resources for drug addiction and domestic abuse can be found in the show notes and on our website, blinkthepodcast. Com. The testimonies and opinions expressed by guests of the show are their own and do not necessarily reflect the views of myself or affiliates of this podcast. Jake Handle has never told his full life story before. Many people meet Jake and they hear of his diagnosis and his recovery. He's really the poster child for perseverance, medical miracles. He has an unbreakable spirit. Jake's life is pretty different now that he's on the other side of this disease. He's relearning to speak, feed himself, walk, and many of the people that were in his life before aren't anymore. But his life is certainly not lonely. Before knowing Jake, I noted how friendly and popular he was in our apartment complex. I vividly remember watching Jake strolle past me on his way to celebrate his birthday with a very large group of friends, all of them dressed in matching tracksuits.

So in Unbreakable spirit and an unbreakable sense of humor. Fast forward a few months, and Jake and I are recording for this podcast. Our meetings and the podcast recordings were often interrupted by neighbors, wandering by, waving to Jake. Actually, one time, as As we were wrapping up, Jake was interrupted and asked on a date. So life has dealt Jake many horrible, horrible hands, but his exuberance and his dedication to being happy is what draws people to him. For many, his friendship is their drug. He's even dedicated much of his time to start a business called Ahoy, an app which allows users to discover how accessible businesses and other locations will be for them, allowing individuals with particular accessibility needs to access their with the confidence of knowing whether a place will actually work for them. But obviously, I met Jake as he was recovering from surviving this deadly disease, and I'm still left with the question of how this seemingly cheerful and altruistic guy ended up in this heroine-induced coma with relatives attempting to kill one another around him? And so I'm asking myself, who the hell is Jake Handle? This is Blink. I'm your host, Corinne Vienne.

I'm Jake Handle. This is my story. Prior to Jake's birth, we found out that Jake's mom was pregnant with him. Varda figured out, Oh, my God, she's going to be due around our wedding. She as a bridesmaid.

This is Jake's aunt and uncle, Adam and Varda.

She was going to be nine months at the time of our wedding. I was still so afraid her water was going to break as she was walking down the aisle. Almost did. He was born eight hours after we got married.

His father, Daron, remembers the day well.

I wasn't the person that thought babies were cute or beautiful, so I was just hoping he would be looking all right. But he was beautiful. He was a beautiful baby.

He was such a cute baby and toddler, and he was so funny as a toddler already.

I remember us saying, he's going to end up being a stand-up comic. Now we say he's a sit-down comic.

Does that I completely agree with. Jake is fun. He's the life of the party. He has a knack for being able to talk to really anyone, and he always has some funny story up his sleeve.

I got a good wedge story for you. I ever tell you about the fork in my nut? Another funny story real quick. Morton's a myth.

The fork in his nut story almost made me faint. But back to it. Jake was a funny kid.

As he grew up, very gregarious and liked to have fun and was jovial. Then as he started to get a little older, he started developing anxiety.

He was such a happy kid until his parents got divorced.

He was basically depressed, I think, clinically depressed, but he didn't want to deal with it. His mother and I had differing opinions on how to cope with it. Then his personality, he totally changed. He became depressed as a four-year-old because they got divorced when he was four.

I know they got him therapy and everything, but still, I think that's when the downward spiral began.

Four or five years I remember my parents, my mother and father, just fighting a lot, having these big blowouts. I would really hate it. It would really upset me to the point where I would start to run away or I clog my ear side of my room, and I would start to run away. I would just take off my bike and go chill in the woods or something and wait for them to cool off and then come home. They would just fight a lot. We went to some breakfast place in front of me in Mass, and they sent me down, and they were like, We're going to get a divorce. I shouldn't have been that surprised, but for some reason I was, and I was like, No, no, don't do that. What can I do? I don't want to... I I don't want us to be separate. When I was like, Is it my fault? And they were like, No. And it was presented to me like, No, it's going to be a good thing. You're going to have two homes and two birthday parties, two reasons to celebrate, which I was like, that wasn't important to me.

But then both my parents remarried two people that he had children from the age of seven. I had all these step siblings and got along with them really well. It was exactly like it was presented.

Jake got the two homes, the two birthday parties and a lot of siblings to celebrate with, his mom's new husband, Eli, became a very big part of his life.

I met Jake because I started dating his mom. I went to a party at their house, and she catered it. The food was good, and I thought she was pretty gorgeous, and so I asked her out. Well, it wasn't quite that easy. Somehow, this mutual friend set me up with a different girlfriend of hers who was good friends with his mom. And I went out on a date with her, but I wasn't really into her. And so I told her that I was into Marjorie. She was gracious and told Marjorie. And I guess Marjorie thought that it would be good to go out with me because she actually called me and said, So when are you going to call? Then we started going out. Jake was four, and I had two kids who were six and four, and things moved along pretty quickly. Then we wound up moving in together and getting married and having another kid. She had a three-bedroom house. There were two big bedrooms upstairs and a little bedroom downstairs. She had one big bedroom. Jake had the other big bedroom, and then my two kids shared the little one. That's the way it goes.

Then we got married and bought a house and went from there.

I asked Eli if Jake and his step siblings got along.

I mean, It was really cute. They actually got along great, really well. As a matter of fact, they got along so well that we hardly saw them because they were just having such a good time. We had another child. His name was Max. Max was a wonderful, smart kid, a little bit off the wall and hard to handle, as it were. I think that also affected the family dynamics a bit because he wound up getting a lot of attention from me and Marjorie that took away from the other kids. Max was with us all the time. It was right around Y2K, 1999. Jake would have been going on 10, not quite 10. Then they found it, mammogram thing.

Jake's mom, Marjorie, was diagnosed with breast cancer.

They found it in July. We were going down to the Jersey shore where we went many years to visit with my family. We just found out before we went down to the visit, and it was the usual radiation and chemo. Then she had surgery right on New Year's. She spent New Year's Eve, Y2K, in the hospital. That was huge because it really took her out of the picture in a lot of ways. She was a fighter. She lived another almost 10 years. She was undergoing treatment all the time, and there were periods when she was pretty much down and out and other periods when she was pretty good. But it made the family dynamic really difficult. Max was particularly difficult to manage. Our house was crazy, and Marjorie Marjorie had a brother who came to live with us for a while. He was also a little crazy. We just had pretty much a lot of things working against the family dynamic. Marjorie had cancer. Max had some special needs. We were a blended family. Her brother came and went and did crazy stuff.

More on this, uncle.

He was a sociopath, the classic definition. He came out of prison, and he came and stayed with us for quite a while. We were a very open family. We were very easygoing. He came and he helped out in a lot of ways. He was very capable. He could cook. He got a job as a chef. The chefing world is a world drugs and alcohol. That was a problem for him. The way he dealt with money was borderline criminal. We were having a family Thanksgiving, and he went, he bought this amazing food and gigantic rib eyes for everybody. Then dinner was over and he said to me, All right, I need $1,000 for the food. I'm like, What? We never talked about this. Long story short, he ran off with another brother's wife, and he untrained our dog. He was a very charming fellow, but a little crazy.

One thing I'll say about Eli. He will tell a story about someone's wild behavior, but still find a way to complement them and remind you of at least one of their good qualities. I imagine that for Jake and for his half brother, Max, this was a really good thing to have in a parental figure, especially as two kids who had their own set of unique challenges and really likely had many people questioning their actions and their worth as they grew up. It was also quite interesting hearing Eli's memory of Marjorie's brother's behavior as an adult who was witnessed to this, because later when I asked Jake about this time, Jake really just remembers that his uncle had promised to build them a tree house and then abandoned the project and took off. So the ultimate betrayal for a child. But all of this points back to what Jake craved most, interaction with family, a solid, consistent home. And while the dynamics within his family may have shifted a bit over the years, he found closeness with his aunts and uncles. Specifically, Jake was very close with his mom's sister, his aunt Nancy. But then she, too, became sick.

A very sudden cancer diagnosis.

Colon cancer, I guess. They had told her it was irritable bowel syndrome, right? But then it was colon cancer. It was way advanced, and she didn't last very long.

I was always close with Nancy. Funeral was really hard, and I was flipping out because I was like, Oh, man. Nancy died within a year, almost. I'm like, Now my mom's going to die. Once this really happened, it took a turn for self-destructive, maybe. I mean, from 13, 14, I was angry, punching walls, putting holes in walls. Didn't care about grades that much. I was just not too happy with life.

The death of his aunt while dealing with his mother's cancer, it was just all really hard on Jake. It felt like everyone close to him was leaving him or at risk of leaving. His aunt passed just after his bar mitzvah. Another relative died on his birthday, and his mom was battling breast cancer. Now he was seeing less less of his step siblings. His dynamic with his half brother, Max, grew to be even more difficult.

One time, Jake was home alone with Max.

Max was five or six years old. Max went after Jake with a knife. That's when they realized that Max had a terrible mental illness and had to be institutionalized.

When I spoke to Eli, he also recounted a time that he had set Max and Jake up to live together in an apartment when they were both young adults, and when Jake was unable to come up with his half of rent, Max was so angry that he beat up Jake. Previously, hearing of this fist fight between Max and Jake's would-be wife, Ellen, was unsurprising, but also made me a little bit scared for Ellen. But at this point in the story, Jake hasn't met Ellen yet. We will get there in a few minutes.

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Again, these splendid families are just remarkable. Jacob's father had married another woman, and she had a daughter named Katie. Katie was a couple of years older than Jake. I just remember Jake coming home. He could smell alcohol on his breath, and he had been out with Katie, and Marjorie called the police, and we were telling the police, he's drunk. The police were like, All right, Jake, breathe on me. Jake would like, inhale. The cop says, I don't smell anything. We're He's inhaling. Why do you know it? I don't exactly remember what age he was. I mean, in ninth grade or something. I had no idea the extent to which he was involved with stuff in high school. Marjorie and I used to say, he's the one who's going to take care of us when we're old. He's the one who's going to get rich because he just was always outgoing. He just had a natural charisma. He was able to get things done. Unfortunately, he was getting drug deals done, but he was able to get things done.

The entrepreneurial spirit has really always been a part of Jake. Jake didn't start out dealing drugs. It all began in high school with a couple of cans of soda. He saw a need for something, he worked to fill it. I guess we could say that Jake has always been the connect.

Because these kids had so much cash in their pocket to spend, my son would figure out what they wanted and would supply it. He would come to school with one can of Coca-Cola, 12oz Coke, warm, but whatever, and he'd hold an auction at lunch. He says, I got $20 for it, one can of Coke. He goes, Dad, how much does a can of Coke cost? I said, Well, let's see. How did you get that Coke? He said, Well, I took it out of the refrigerator at your house. I said, Oh, so you took my Coke and told it, Well, that's called 100% profit. I was teaching him about business, and I didn't see anything really wrong with it. Now, he got in trouble for it at school, and he got in trouble for it with his mother. I let him go. We went to like, B. J. 'S Wholesale Club, and he bought a case of soda, so it only cost him like 25 cents per can. He said, The kids wind up smartening up some, but you're still able to sell them for a few dollars a piece at lunchtime. If we need to only bring one or two cans a day.

So B is like, who wants it the worst? That's how you create demands. You limit the supply. Very smart, Jake. Then the next thing he did was selling. This got him in bigger trouble, the selling cigarette lighters. All of a sudden, that was a big no-no. I remember he wound up getting in trouble a freshman year high school. He got caught and arrested in school because they found marijuana in his locker. Jake told me, he says, It wasn't my pot. It was in my locker, but it wasn't mine. It was a friend's. He wouldn't give up a friend. They were going to let him go if he turned the guy in. So he wasn't a rat. He got arrested. I remember we got him a lawyer. We were showing him up. He said, No, don't do it again. Slap on the interest.

So I asked Jake how he started selling, because how do you go from selling soda that your dad helps you buy to being a rather big dealer in the Boston area?

Okay, we're going back to eighth grade, real quick. That's when I first smoked weed for the first time with my good buddy, Craig, who was a year older, and his older brother was a wild man back then. And I thought he was the cool kid. I remember smoking weed with him once. It was my first time. It wasn't super popular with the kids in my grade yet. We're on eighth, he was on ninth. But it was so popular with the 9th-graders and above. My business mind was like, Oh, shit, I should get this and sell it. A little prelude to that, my parents got divorced and my mom moved to Sudbury. I was in Framian public schools, middle class, working class. Sudbury was upper middle class and above. So when I got to these schools, I was like, I was a kid that wore different clothes. I was like, Oh, these kids have so much fucking money in. I was like, When I'm getting that brown bag for lunch, they're getting $100 bill to buy whatever they want in this nice cafeteria. I was just amazed by the money. I was like, I wonder if I load up my backpack with a bunch of sodas.

I could sell them for two bucks. You know? And that started working, and I was making money to literally buy cafeteria lunch. Then I remember I asked these kids, I was like, What else do you guys want? They're lighters and candy bars. I started selling all these kids. I mean, small money, but shit was moving. And that progressed into fireworks.

And then one kid asked Jake if he could get him weed.

Got him. Sold them instantaneously. It was the easiest thing I ever did.

And so he started buying weed, not just to smoke himself, but to sell to the other kids.

That was summer of eighth grade. When you're in eighth grade, it was like you took the bus or your parents or your babysitter would pick you up. I was having these wild seniors pick me up. By the start of freshman year, I was definitely weed dealer. This high school had groups. We had the under the stairs kids that would hang out under the stairs. They were like the gothy death metal, the athletes, the hippies, the this, the that. But it was interesting is everyone got along. I think what bridged the gap between all these groups were the drugs. I was just like, I could sell to every group, so I'd get pounds, and I would bring 200 208ths of weed in my backpack to school.

So maybe that weed that was in Jake's locker was his after all.

And I was more focused on turning this $208 into $5,000 cash than my grades in one day school. The motivation behind this was I started thinking about, I wonder if my mom dies, where would I go? I should be financially prepared the best I can to take care of myself. In retrospect, I wish. I was like, I want to focus on building a spaceship and turned it into making a billion-dollar company. But I guess I didn't have much faith that I could do that in a short time. So I was like, It's a vast money option.

Sophomere year, Jake hired a driver to drive him around to help him sail the weed. Now that he was mobile and he could sell outside of school, his connections into the drug world only grew. And soon, he earned his own nickname, picked for him by a gunslinging, brass-knuckle-wearing drug dealer named Skippy.

I don't know if you've ever seen the movie Friday with Ice Cube. There's this drug dealer heard of that in the movie in Compton that has these Jerry Curls, and he's a gangster dude and sells drugs out of an ice cream truck, and he was known as Big Worm. Anyway, he started, Scoopy started called me Big Worm. I thought it was really funny because he was huge and I was tiny. He's like, Fucking worm, Big Worm. Once I started dealing with Scoopy, I started making real money.

Jake's parents thought that their child was just smoking weed. But meanwhile, he was riding around in cars with older kids and adults who were carrying guns and huge quantities of drugs with them and getting into some sticky situations. Jake told me about one really scary ride he took with one of his suppliers that felt like a scene from the Sopranos, one where he wasn't really sure he would come out with all of his fingers or even their lives. Jake also name dropped a lot of people. When I suggested, Hey, perhaps we shouldn't do that, he said, Don't worry, they're all dead or in jail now, but I'm not going to name names.

We were pretty active in our synagogue, and he had a bunch of friends that were from there or their parents were there. We would let him have parties at the house, and he always had a ton of people there. So it was clear that he had a good social life. And they were good kids. You could have an intelligent conversation with them, and they were just nice people. I didn't know at the time, he was supplying them all with With pot and oxycodon or whatever. But okay, they seemed to like him for himself.

Here's one of those high school friends, Adrian, who you may remember from episode one. When Jake was released from the police station, he headed directly to her house to get more heroin.

I liked him right away, pretty much. He was just a cool, funny, goofy kid. Jake's mom was really sick at the time, so we were hanging out a lot. It was back and forth, I think, for a little while while they were still together/not together.

She's referring to Jake's ex-girlfriend from high school, Emma. They'd met at summer camp, and Emma lived in New York City, and they dated throughout high school and a little bit in college, and they seemed to make the long distance work. They visited each other whenever they could, and as Eli puts it...

He was very dedicated to her. She became a freshman. She was getting into the college life, and Jake was a chef, and he wasn't doing the college thing, so they drifted apart. I think he was heartbroken. I think he was really attached. It made me realize that Jake likes to... He likes to have a steady. He likes that connection and that permanence.

Back to Adrian. The two met in high school as friends, but as things go in high school, you have different friend groups, and certain friendships tend to fade a over time. That's what happened to Adrian and Jake. They started to drift. But they did reconnect after graduating. And in the beginning of their friendship striking up again, Jake was still dating his girlfriend, Emma.

Then eventually, they were not together. I don't know. What else am I supposed to say?

I'm giving you all a wink if you can hear it over this audio recording. Jake's a relationship guy, and Adrienne is a really sweet, steady, beautiful person. And she was there with him through the final months of his mom's suffering.

I think it was difficult while his mom was alive, too, because she was very sick, and that's really hard to see. I mean, he lost his mom. That changes someone a lot.

I think that's what made him go towards drugs as a way to escape and to alleviate anxiety. But the problem with doing drugs is that it takes you out of yourself so much. It numbs your senses to the point where you get apathetic. I think he, although he had spurts of enthusiasm for doing something, he decided he was interested in the culinary arts because I had a restaurant. I said, If you want to do that, great. Finally, something that he wanted to do. I let him go to cooking school while he was still in high He became a chef, and he was really good at it. But then his mother died, which brought on more depression and more anxiety. I didn't even realize the drugs he was taking. I thought he was a pot smoker. His drive and his interest seemed to be waning all the time, and I was hoping that he would really stay excited about something because he wasn't into school. He except for the social. Jake was always in trouble over not doing well in school. You couldn't stay angry with Jacob because he was always just a sweet kid. I didn't want him to have a relationship that I had with my father because I was afraid of my father.

I also knew, well, I got to be his father and not just his friend. It was both. I just wanted him to have to have great experiences and to try to get him to be exposed to everything that the world has to offer, unlike the way my parents used to be, try to guide me one way or tell me, Why don't you do this? I just would let him ask if he needs something or help. But he didn't ask a whole lot. Whatever, if he needed something, Well, I'd help him with it. But he kept it all bottled up.

I'm always in a rush because I'm trying to juggle dealing in personal life, visiting my mom, and I was drinking tequila, Jose Cuervo, out of the 750, out of the bottle wheel, driving, hiding it under my seat, reaching for it all the time, smoking tinfoil, chain smoking cigarettes.

Jake was finding his own way to cope with what was happening. And although we know what happened to his mom, because it's been alluded to many times throughout this episode, at this point in the story, she hasn't yet passed, but she has been put on hospice.

A mile away from hospice, take a few more shots, smoke another cigarette, take a hit. And I park, pop like a breath mint, get the bags, get my blow-up mattress because I like to sleep in my mom's hospice room, walking in there. She's so sexy. I'm like, Hi, mom, you okay? Probably some stuff I'm going to put in the fridge for you. Let me know if you want anything. I'm going to set up my bed talking a million miles a minute. I'm plugged in the air mattress. She's like, Honey, come here. I remember she was moving her finger. Come closer.

She said, Closer.

Lean over. She's like, You smell like alcohol and cigarettes.

You disgust me.

The smell is making me sick. You got to leave.

You got to leave.

And I was like, Fuck. Fuck. And I understand. And I think she actually told me, You're making me nauseous. I know how fucked up it was that I'm such a drug addict and mess that I can't even go to stay with my mom because I smell too much like drugs and alcohol and cigarettes. And what do I do before I even leave the parking lot? I light up another cigarette and get in the car and drink more because I'm so fucking miserable. It's just like... But that's the level of lost I was and drowning myself in substance, and it never got better. I really started dipping into my profits across all levels with my abuse, drug abuse. So instead of making 400 bucks from Moxie, I was barely taken 80 off everything I was selling because I was doing so much. I remember in the week before my mom's death, calling my dad and being like, Dad, You got to come here. You got to come to Boston. My mom's, she doesn't have long. He's like, All right, I'm coming. I was sleeping in my mom's bed, and I remember he came in and I probably had just fallen asleep.

It was about 3: 00 or 4: 00 AM, and it was like, I'm really sorry. I just seen my mom hours earlier, and he's like, Your mom just passed away. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just broke down. I was crying, and I just want to get fucked up right now. By fucked up, definitely pain pills is what I wanted. I But I opened my mom's medicine cabinet. I never dipped into my mom's meds ever, even being how I was. But I'm like, She's dead. She doesn't need these. Open up the cabinet. I don't even know what's in there. I see a box of Fentanyl patches. I'm like, holy shit. I look at them and it says 30 day supply on it. You put this patch on and a dose goes into your body one hour for 72 hours. And I'm like, sweet. And I start peeling them and sticking them on me. I put the whole box on. I had them all over me. I didn't have the intent to kill myself, but I definitely knew it was a big possibility because I did a 30 a dose of fentanyl in three days. So I was getting 10 times the dose of fentanyl for an hour for three days.

I was like, I might die. Yeah. I started to feel it hit me. I just get drowsy and tired, which normally I don't from these opiates. And I just remember getting into my mom's bed and was like, Yeah, maybe this is it for me, and fell asleep. I just remember next thing I know is I'm being shaken like, Jake, wake up and patches are being ripped off me. And, yeah, didn't die. Definitely didn't clean up my act either. But a few days after her death, I got a notice on my mom's door. Kind of like notice to vacate type thing. You got to pack up your shit and leave. I was in no place to pack up on my mom's shit. And Adrienne helped organize 20 people, 20 high school kids, to help pack all my mother's shit up while I was just besides myself. I remember going through my mom's closet. I was in my mom's room alone for the most part. I remember going through my mom's closet. I found this box with a bunch of those black track one subject, old school notebooks. It was like poetry my mom had written over the last decade about the cancer and how it felt If you're looking for a podcast that combines morbid and tragic events for the love for the outdoors, check out National Park After Dark.

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I just remember reading one passage. God, it was so sad. It was just like, I feel this cancer in my bones. It's eating away at me, and I'm losing energy, and I can't keep going. Maybe not poetry, but more like journaling and just like, my only regret is leaving my kids. It just made me so sad, and I couldn't even keep reading it. And someone stole these from me. I think her best friend Lynn took them because I think she was worried about me, and she was like, You don't need to read that. I I never got to read them. I don't think I'd want to anymore. Anyways, funeral happens. I'm numb, numb, numb, numb, You can come to Texas and live with me. I'm like, No, I got friends. Also, the biggest thing that kept me around was drugs, my ability to make money. I was like, I can live here. Eli is like, You can come live with me, but no more drugs, man. So that was out. All right. So I got my mom's dog. Loved this dog, Ravi. Me and Adrienne had him for years. And I'm in my car with the dog, crying, drunk, fucking wondering what I'm going to say.

I'm going around to hotels, and they won't rent me a room I'm under 21. I'm like, Fuck. I finally go to the best Western extended stay, one of the last ones in the strip. It was a younger dude buying the counter I was like, Dude, I'm a mess. I need a place to stay for a month. I got cash. He's like, All right, you got ID? I'm like, No, because I didn't want to give him my under 21. This guy felt bad. He's like, All right, dude, like, thousand bucks for the month. He's like, No one's here. He's like, Occasionally, we have a convention. I'm like, I got a dog, by the way. He's like, Just don't bring in the lobby, okay? Okay. At least we have a home base now. It was really a miserable time, actually. Shit just kept happening. I'm driving a bunch of weed down to 85 in Mulvuro, and blue light's gone behind me. I'm like, Fuck. Probably drunk and high. A cop comes to the window and he's Like, this your car? I'm like, yeah. He's like, okay, get out of the car. I'm like, what did I do?

Out of the car. I'm like, what the fuck? Get out of the car. He's like, you're driving in uninsured stolen vehicle. I'm like, what? He's like, who's Marjorie Wylan? I'm like, it's my mom. I'm like, my mom just thought. He's like, didn't believe me. He's like, nice try, buddy. I'm coughing on the side of the road. They bring extra police down there. They eventually find out my mom did die, and they're like, Well, we're really sorry, but this isn't your car anymore. It's hers. Signed over to her. She's dead. It's going to her state. We have to take it. I was left on the side of the road with my dog, and they towed the car away. And I was like, Okay, now I got no car.

Everything felt like it was just crashing down on him. But there was one bright spot in Jake's life, Adrian.

He was still just as goofy and funny and always liked to be with people and have parties and do all sorts of things like that. But you could tell he was sad, depressed, and then the drinking and the drugs really took off after that. It got pretty bad for a little while in there. Partying was always part of our life, whether it was a Tuesday or a Saturday. We would work a lot, we would come home, we would probably start drinking and doing whatever else Jake always cooked dinner, which was wonderful. He was an amazing chef. Still is an amazing chef. A day in the life is hard to remember. It's all crazy and blurry. We had been smoking weed since high school. We did pretty much every other drug, too. Whether we were partying or having a party at his mom's house or something like that, there was always something more than weed there. I was selling pills for a little while. That's how Jake and I started hanging out again after high school. At a point, Jake started selling pills. He used to sell the OXXs, and then you got the Perc 30s.

She's speaking directly to Jake here, who's sitting with us in one of the common spaces in our apartment complex. I actually recorded almost every interview from one of these rooms, and Jake and I would snicker at how salacious some of the recordings were and just how many curious neighbors would post up with their coffee or their laptop right outside the door listening in as we recorded.

So I left for a little while, came home, started seeing Jake again, and he had been doing pills the whole time. Then I started doing them when I would go out to a concert on the weekends and stuff. Then there was a point that you just become physically dependent on it, and it goes from there. Then I think we ended up getting into heroin because the person we were getting pills from got arrested for the 600th time, and we couldn't get them anymore. They were just gone and very, very, very expensive. And heroine was not. We traveled a lot. We used to go down to Florida to see his uncle that lived down there. And of course, there was a lot of drinking and a lot of partying, and we always brought pills with us because we had to. Atlantic City was another place that we would go a lot for lots and lots of concerts. Those were always crazy. There was one time, I forget what birthday it was, but it was one of Jake's birthdays. There was 14 of us that just took a limo down to Atlantic City. It was like a ridiculous car ride.

We had a nitrous tank that was just on the floor of the limo. There was so much alcohol, so many other party drugs. The ride down was an entire party in and of itself. Got to the hotels. We invited the limo driver to come and party with us for the night. We tripped, and I remember a rose gold bathroom that was all rose gold mirrors, and it was super crazy and a ton of fun. And then we took the limo home the next day or something like that. But it was just consistent partying. It was definitely a great time, but super out of control at the same time.

While their love grew, so did their dependence on drugs.

I think we were very good together, and I also think it was chaos because we were into drugs, and that's a whole lifestyle in itself. It controls everything that you do. But I think our relationship was really good. Drugs put a damper on things, but as a whole, I think our relationship was really great. We always had nice places, but we bounced around a lot. Sometimes it was money, sometimes it was a really crappy landlord that we had. Then towards the end, it was just like we were running out of money at the end. Even with supplementing it with selling on the side, it's just that takes over your your whole life. Unless you're a millionaire, you'll probably burn through that at some point, too, though. It's an expensive lifestyle. You're almost in survival mode when you are addicted to drugs like that. So that was a way for me to make sure that I was all set, was moving to Worcester. I went to Worcester for drugs, pretty much, because it was an easier way. It's out of necessity. That's when we broke up. Jake was really angry for a few months, which is totally understandable because I was a jerk at that point in my life.

So I don't think we talked for like... I remember being three for four months. But then, yeah, we started talking again and we're friendly again after that.

Jake's love for Adrian had shifted. It was platonic now. But his love for drugs, while that was still a exhausted and relentless pull. It consumed him, filling nearly every corner of his life, almost. Because Jake was a relationship guy, and for the first time in a while, he had space in his heart, space for something new, a romantic love. Love, and soon he would meet the woman that he would marry, someone who would stand by him in sickness and in health, or in Jake's case, through addiction and a slow, creeping decline. Her name was Ellen, and she was about to step into his life, changing it forever.

I remember the very first time he told me that he was seeing someone. I remember him being like, Yeah, she rides a motorcycle. She's cool. She wears a leather jacket. It seemed like they were happy. It just progressively got a little bit weirder. Something's off about this girl. Very two-faced, very manipulative.

Something not right with her. She's on down to a dangerous. She can wreak havoc real fast. Be careful who you let in your house.