tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13397023.post6649703775488189130..comments2023-06-27T05:25:33.755-04:00Comments on OCCASIONAL BLOG: West Lib Stories: Near Suicide is Not Really PainlessUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13397023.post-20273844368070279512010-07-26T09:29:16.261-04:002010-07-26T09:29:16.261-04:00That gives me insight. I was testing the limits of...That gives me insight. I was testing the limits of memory, although who could forget that night? He had to be on drugs or drink. I'm not buying that he was clean. No way.eclectic guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04951546210306625107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13397023.post-86867163852643952852010-07-22T16:21:08.520-04:002010-07-22T16:21:08.520-04:00I'm not clear how all this started, but I thin...I'm not clear how all this started, but I think it was in the farts building. Realizing I couldn't handle W, I sought out help. Niether FDan nor Bobo (obviously burley guys in a building full of pooves) were around, just practice rooms full of, well let's call a spade a spade here, Nuge wouldn't help, so who you gonna call, Rick Sears? Not considering the 5th floor height or the population of frat dickheads, I probably thought you the manliest guy available. I think the conversation was sort of like trying to asuage a screaming infant,like, "let's go see what uncle jimmy is doing instead of killing ourselves"-I don't know, maybe coming to your room was his idea. I thought he was on pcp because they used to say it gave one superhuman strengh and insensitivity to pain, and by the time this was over, the dude should have felt pain; I may have poked him in the jaw out of frustration. He swore that drugs were not involved; I'd be a lot happier about all this if I could say he was all fucked up on drugs instead of just all fucked up. <br />AAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com