This is about the other side of the incident
iambic described.
A few years ago I showed up at my friend Jason's work to visit him for no real reason. For some reason I felt the need to tell him that I had just been dropped off by a bunch of my
irresponsible, punk-ass friends who may have been high or drinking. I pretty much just mentioned this to sound cool, because Jason was older and I was a
poser.
Jason just looked at me and told me a quick story.
Jason had a good friend a few years earlier who was, in all respects, totally average. He had no major emotional problems, got along fine with friends and family and never had a problem with alcohol, or any other drug.
Then one morning Jason gets a call from his friend's parents explaining that their son was in jail for killing a family of four while driving drunk back from a bar.
One nuclear family eliminated instantly.
Jason's friend will be in prison for the rest of his life. The strange thing is he swears he can't remember anything, even being in a bar that night.