Just found out that someone from my scout troop was charged with vehicular homicide.
I hated him as a kid. I was I think the only one who didn't like him then, aside from perhaps my father. There were people who thought me an asshole for not helping him complete his Eagle project.
Saw the news article about it. Saw the name of the kid who lost his life in the passenger seat as that fucker wove through traffic at 100 miles an hour while drunk.
He was in my third grade class and on my little league team and later the middle school basketball team with me. During a time when I was pretty much a social outcast, and he very much wasn't, he was my friend. I hadn't heard from him since seventh grade.
Not exactly the vindication I wanted.
Rich, I'm sorry. But what the fuck were you doing with that asshole?
And the thing is that I know that he was bound to fuck up. I was certain that he'd self-destruct before he hit 25. Not now. He's looking at 30 years in prison, which sucks for him but not nearly as much as the fatal wreck or overdose that was due him. He may have saved his own life by killing my friend.
And it's not like this was the first time he'd ever wrecked a car while driving drunk. I bet this time his mother won't buy him another one. Bitch.
See what I mean about losing contact? It sucks.
Rest in peace, buddy. Sorry we fell out of touch.