a very tragic story

[jianantonic]

I just wrote a big long entry, but lost it because of a login error. Dammit. Well, take two. Last night, two college freshmen from my hometown died. I had met them at a party, but didn't know them. They were good friends of one of my good friends. When I learned they'd died in a car accident, I immediately thought that it was awful, and that I hoped that alcohol was involved. Then I felt awful that I could hope that. But Stephen said I only felt that way because I care about my friend. Let me explain. The reason I hoped alcohol was involved was because my friend, who is a good friend of theirs, has been living dangerously ever since he moved into his own apartment last year. He is 18 years old, drives recklessly when sober, and brags about driving drunk all the time. He always has lots of alcohol in his apartment, and I know he drinks in excess with his coworkers and drives himself home shitfaced. He knows I don't approve, but if I say something, we usually piss each other off. Rather than put myself in a drinking environment, I don't hang out with this friend as often as I did before he had his own place. I still consider him a good friend, but it upsets me that he drinks. I generally consider myself non-toxic, though I have been known to have a wine cooler in the comfort of my own home. Anyway the point is that drinking is not my scene. Back to the point. I hoped that if my friend knew that drinking had killed his friends, he would change, that he's spry enough not to use a glass crutch, you know? That he was risking the same fate...well, I read about the crash, which led me to believe drinking was involved. The boys were driving home from a party at 2:40am, and crashed shortly after leaving. They were in a mercedes sports car on a road where the speed limit is 25. They hit a tree causing the removable top of the car to pop off, flipped, and skidded 60 feet upside-down (maybe they flipped at a different point and didn't skid the whole way like this but landed upside-down). Point A: you have to be going pretty fast to skid 60 feet on your roof. Point B: you have to be fucking flying to skid 60 feet after leaving the road and hitting a tree. Remember, the speed limit here was only 25. Even an expert driver cannot easily navigate this kind of road at high speeds...it's windy, hilly, and narrow. Anyway I am pretty convinced alcohol was involved. So I was like, I hope my friend learns his lesson from this. But then I remembered the intersection mentioned in the crash, the crash that was near the party. That intersection is less than half a mile from my friend's apartment. What if my friend were hosting that party? I don't even know what to think. This bothers me. Anyway, I'll post more about this when I learn more details. Everyone be safe, make better decisions than the people in this sad story. Peace.

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[qparom.livejournal.com]

Hey, did you mean Adam? I hope everything is alright with this. Again, this is why I'm not so opposed to drinking as long as it's done in a safe and controlled environment.