Peter Costalas

(1964 - 1994)

     I lost my best friend to heroin. I came home and found him dead. To this day I still feel empty over  his  absence My friend Peter was a beautiful sensitive person, maybe too sensitive. He was a brilliant artist, mind, wit, and friend.  I love him.  Anyone who he ever met, would not forget him. He touched the lives of myself and my friends in such an integral way.  I want him to be remembered.  ..........................................Thank you.