I staged an intervention before they were cool. It was 2001 and my friend had started selling his silverware and sneakers for crack. Three of us took him to Coney Island because we wanted to make sure we told him how much we loved him in the most depressing place on the planet. The beach was littered with needles and empty tiny plastic baggies. We sat in a circle silently contemplating what an awful decision it was to have an intervention at an abandoned carnival turned hobo paradise.
If you watch Intervention on A&E, the addicts almost always resist going to treatment.