i dunno....maybe someone should've left you to drown in your own vomit instead of rolling your over on your side after your third blackout drunk and vomit-fest.
i say this as someone who was prescribed Vicodin for a migraine, who took as prescribed, but had the door kicked in to my own hell of addiction, who checked out of rehab 8.5 years later with all that i had left in the world: a dufflebag of clothes and 2 pair of shoes, one of which were shower flip-flops, having lost my family, innumerable friends, my home and my vocation. that was a 11.5 years ago, and since then i've managed to rebuild a damn good life worth living surrounded by friends, family and colleagues, having given a second chance at everything, including my career, where i've reached heights that i never even dreamed of at the beginning. fuck...this recovering dope fiend flies on an Embraer 300 Phenom now when i do business, and some pleasure, trips.
i'm here because of second, third, fourth, fifth...infinite chances that were given to me, including overdoses. and i thank god for those who, disgusted as though they may have been, never turned away. and for strangers who identified with my plight and had the love and empathy to frankly rescue and guide when i was at my sickest.
this shit the junkie in the library is dealing with is a disease, a fucking nightmare of a disease, and s/he isn't responsible for having this particular disease anymore than the Type 1 diabetic is responsible for having diabetes . they are, however, responsible for their recovery, but they can't get there without help...ALL types of help. including having Narcan administered.
to say "that's their choice, their consequences" and use death as a consequence of choice implies addiction is a moral issue, one of character. and that's ignorant and callous as fuck, as well as immoral per se.
fucking hell, man. what's happened to simple, human decency?