the body is a fucking shit ton more resilient than people give it credit for.
I believe that I've seen it first hand. My buddies they were twins had a step dad he use to take 20-30 vicoden tens everyday for like 2 decades. He would take those and then take like ten somas and become (somatized) couldn't walk talk right he would turn into a drooling retard. The guy was still bigger than anyone I new. We called him hulk Hogan he looked just like him. He was one of the strongest rednecks I've ever met. Never touched a weight in his life. He wasn't cut or anything but he walked around at around 230-240 at 5'10.
I remember when I was around 13 years old these older dudes were going after his two stepsons well the hulk came out of no where and jumped in the air and snap kicked one of the dudes right in the face. Dropped him cold haha. Crazy son of a bitch! I heard stories he use to clear out bars and beat up cops back in his hey day. When he lived in Florida he use to wrestle gators
Finally his wife got sick of his shit (always looking for pills, selling his scripts, hustling people) she started sleeping with another guy right under the same roof. That eventually led to his death he was completely heart broken. He started to binge drink again. He would go for days and days. This lasted about a year. I told my friends he was going to die. In one day I saw the son of a bitch nearly finish a big bottle of rum. He ended up dieing a few years ago. He overdosed on methadone, booze, and sleeping pills. I honestly know in my heart he wanted out. He turned blue and all of his pill head friends were to afraid to call and ambulance. The guy was something else he survived more shit then anyone I ever met.
He made a lot of mistakes ripped people off but for some reason I loved the guy. He was one of the most charismatic people I've ever met. I would go to their house when I was little and sit in the living room and just hang out with him. He would tell me all of his stories he amazed me. He would give a big glass of his real strong homemade wine and I would smoke his homegrown weed. I miss the guy. RIP Karl!