So one of my best friends, probably my best, moved here to the city right down the street from me with my other buddies 2 months ago. We've been hanging out every day since. A while ago, some drunk asshole sucker punched him for some reason outside a bar, thinking he was hitting on his girlfriend or something, and he was in the hospital for a week because his brain was so swollen. Well, he's been having some headaches since, so he had been taking some pain killers. Last night he had a couple pills, and a few beers but not too many. Somehow he blacked out while in the bathroom, maybe from the combo of medication and beer, maybe a brain aneurysm.
My other pal came back from work to get him, the three of us were going to go out. He was dead on the floor in the bathroom. He may have choked on vomit(not much there but some), or may have died from a brain aneurysm. So, instead of hanging out over here watching the sopranos episode he missed, he's on a metal slab being cut open and autopsied, at age 21.
God musta really had it in for him and his family, eh? Always nice to see a good person die for no reason.
