The kid OD'ed around 2002, maybe 2003.
I was doing some computer work for a lady. While I was there a friend of hers came over, I could see them talking while I was at the computer.
The computer repair was finished shortly after the friend left. As she signed the work order, I asked if everything was ok. I asked because she seemed physically upset. The lady told me the person was a friend of her son, a mutual friend had OD'ed and died a few days earlier.
I liked working in Kingwood, some the houses were amazing, some of the people were super friendly, and some of the people were super snobs. Everyday was an experience.
One job I was at, the customer told me "money is no object, just get the job done". He sold chemicals and plastics to refineries. He probably made more in one day then I made in a whole year.