(diary) Had an awesome roommate in college. Handsome. Funny. Had too much intere

(diary)

Had an awesome roommate in college. Handsome. Funny. Had too much interest in alcohol and hallucinogenic pharmaceuticals. Obsessive about music. Attractive to women. Amazing at picking up the ladies. Son of Harvard grads. From Larchmont. Sophomore year he had a nervous breakdown of sorts. Called me to come rescue him from the asylum. Not sure it was a breakdown myself, since it sure seemed like some sort of mania from the combination of acid and coke that he seemed to live on. Best story is coming home in the middle of the night, seeing his bed turned over, wallet and keys on the desk. Clothes on the floor. And … missing. four AM, comes in. says nothing. Jumps into bed. No amount of verbal abuse has any effect. Wakes up in the morning. Sits up in bed. Looks quizzical. Looks at his lap. Says “Whose underwear are these?”. Turns out that he was so drunk that he went to the men’s room and locked himself out in the hall – naked. Everyone was gone so he kept knocking on doors until he found a group of people that would give him something to wear. Lots of kids dropped out from coke in my freshman and sophomore years. Anyway, haven’t talked to him since I think the 90’s. Was working at IBM. Still didn’t seem ‘right’ to me. Came up in conversation today. Did some digging. Been dead since before 2001. No idea how. I’d like to know how. I assume not from anything good. I tend to think my life has been difficult, but if I look around me at the people I went to school with I feel like the last man standing. i mean, i’ve always been a bit of an arrogant f–k, but you know, as the marathon progresses, most people drop out.