|Jan. 21st, 2007 03:24 pm Please Note|
I went to a party last night. It was a pretty typical party. Friends, friends of friends, smoking, drinking, some pot, some shrooms. Nikki, Devin, and I left around 12 and went back to Nikki's place, where they watched "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and I, as I do, fell asleep. Devin and I came back home around 4 a.m. 1 comment - Leave a comment
This morning, I saw Jayson and Lauren in the dining hall and Jayson informed me that Angel Mike, one of the bench folk, had jumped out a window and killed himself the night before. He had done shrooms and smoked pot and apparently had been drinking too. He and Sarah went back to his place to hang out, where he got in a fight with his roommate, said something about how he wasn't scared of him, turned, and jumped out his window. He cracked his skull open, lost a lot of blood, and died in the hospital. Sarah saw the whole thing. They're saying it will be on the news and in the paper.
I had only met Mike a few times before, although I was talking to him last night. He was a nice guy, very genial. Last night was his first time doing shrooms.
Freakish occurrences like this tend to first leave you unable to believe they actually happened, then dazed, and then angry and wondering why they happened. I don't know why this happened. The aggravating truth of it is that there isn't any reason why it had to happen. Last night was the same kind of party tons of people have all the time. This was a stupid and very preventable thing.
I know it would be pointless to tell anyone reading this not to drink or do drugs. You're big kids, you're in college, you're going to drink and do drugs, or even if you don't you won't be able to prevent people around you from doing them. I would just like to implore you to please take care of yourselves and your friends and your acquaintances. Mike shouldn't have mixed alcohol with the shrooms. When he tried to someone should have stopped him. But everyone just figured what the hell, or else we were too out of it to notice what was going on. Last night has driven home to me just how quickly a regular, festive night can turn into an unexpected tragedy.