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I came home from work to find a woman inside my apartment. My first instinct was to scream at her to leave, but she seemed like she could be strung out on drugs and potentially dangerous, so I tried not to be too hostile.

“Excuse me, Miss,” I asked trying to be as polite as possible, “But you need to get out of my apartment...now.”

The woman looked at me oddly for a few moments, like she had words that she couldn’t find. She was testing my patience and I repeated “NOW” much louder this time.

“Please don’t kick me out, Lloyd,” The woman said, “It’s me. It’s Tony, your best friend. I didn’t know where else to go when I woke up like this. But I knew the security codes on the door from when I fed your dog while you were on vacation in Hilo.”

The details were very specific, but it was still hard to believe this woman was actually Anthony DeCicco.

Tony continued, “This woman’s body craves drugs, and I need help to get it clean. Lock me in a room, tie me up -- I don’t care -- I just need to be able to think straight. I barely made it here. If you don’t help me, well...you know how people sell their bodies for drugs? Well, imagine the body you’d be selling isn’t actually yours? I’m desperate. And if I’m not desperate in here trying to get off this stuff, then I’m going to be out there desperate to find more of it. So, please?”