I got here too late for this, but I was into the "punk" scene near the end of high school, and I met two cool kids who had been dating for ages. Matt and Tanya (not their real names).
We hung out occasionally, mostly I would give them rides to places, and we had a lot of the same mutual friends. After high school, they got married and moved into a shithole apartment in downtown.
Meanwhile, I'd become ostracized from my main group of friends over stupid reasons (my best friend was jealous of my friendship with another friend he had introduced me to. He's since apologized about the situation). So I started hanging out with Matt and Tanya because another friend of mine was really good friends with them.
Matt and Tanya were major potheads, and they had a minor growing operation going in their janky apartment. We eventually entered into an arrangement where I would give them rides pretty much anywhere they needed to go, and they would let me smoke however much pot I wanted while I was over there. I still brought my own sometimes, but they usually insisted; they were generous and kind.
They sold most of their pot to a dealer who was also a pizza delivery guy. He lived upstairs. He'd take whatever he was selling, go out and deliver pizza, make his "pit stops," and keep on his way. Pretty clever cover, really.
Thing is, the dealer started to get into the habit of paying them in drugs rather than cash. And at first, I joined in the fun. There's a good chunk of around 6 months that I have very brief flashes of memory of, and the rest of the time I was out of my mind. Toward the end of that time, though I kinda got tired of being fucked up all the time.
I surveyed my surroundings, and things were not good. Tanya and Matt had begun to hang out with some pretty sketchy fucking people. And they had both developed severe coke habits.
One night, at a party, one of the last times I saw them both, they'd had around 50 people over in that tiny little apartment, and Matt and Tanya disappeared into their back bedroom. I didn't know what was going on, so I went back there too, but I was lit up and just hanging out. Eventually I realize there's another 4 people in the room, a massive bag of coke, and a mirror with lines on it being passed around. They offer me the mirror, and I make this face and excuse myself from the room. They stayed in there for around 5 hours.
When they came out, Tanya was running around her house screaming at people in a panic, and Matt came out bellowing at everyone to get the FUCK out. He grabbed a knife and waved it around while yelling at everyone, until the friend I'd begun to go there with walked up to him and calmly talked him out of holding onto the knife.
So Matt then went, opened his door forcefully enough to break the adjacent window, and started screaming, at around 2AM, out into the complex that the police were coming after him and fuck whoever called them and fuck the police and he would kill any fucking cops that came there and... fuck, I don't even remember all the crazy shit he said.
People started leaving, and I was too fucked up to leave, so I went into the other back bedroom and ended up spooning some girl who had passed out (didn't do anything more than that, but we had no blankets and it was fucking cold... and there were some guys that were scoping her out, so I'm pretty sure my spooning her prevented something worse from happening, but that's another story).
I wake up in the morning, nobody talks about what happened, we are all completely hung over and feel awful.
I don't go back there and I don't see them together ever again. Saw Matt about 3 years later.
Turned out, Tanya got really fucking hooked on coke. She started offering to suck off or fuck random guys to get coke, and later started offering to do it for the money to get some. They were still married, Mike would be at work and had no idea for a while.
Then it all blew up when she tried to solicit her sister's friend's boyfriend for sex for money... while her sister and her sister's friend were in the next room.
So Tanya and Matt got a divorce, and Matt quit coke but became an alcoholic for a year or two.
Tanya didn't quit coke. She moved back in with her parents for a while, but she started stealing money, or stealing shit to sell it for coke money, so they kicked her out.
The last time I talked to her sister's friend, her sister had not heard from her in about 3 years. Her sister's friend actually still cuts my hair, I could probably ask her about it the next time I see her.
But yeah. That whole thing makes me pretty sad for them. They were both really good people. Before things got bad, they were kind, generous, accepting, and they didn't judge anyone. Matt has gotten his life back together. He married a girl who seems really nice, and he's cleaned his act up, back to only smoking pot. Still feel bad for Tanya though.
TL;DR: I watched my married friends get addicted to cocaine, the wife turned to prostitution and their lives fell apart
