On November 24th of this year, a high school/college acquaintance shuffled off the mortal coil by way of plummeting from the Brooklyn Bridge into the frigid waters of the East River. I'm so disconnected from actual people who I knew from certain periods of my life, it's only fitting that I found out about Alex' death by reading someone's RIP status on Facebook. What led him to that moment is most certainly a mystery that will not be answered anytime soon. In fact, I may never be privy to those answers, should they be discovered, as I was not a member of his inner circle. Not in 2008, anyway. From what I gather, Alex spent the better part of the final years of his life in a perpetual haze of intoxication, clouded judgement and a blatant disregard for a human being's limitations. He left behind a little daughter and lots of confusion.

They found his body a few days ago, but again, the details have been sparse and slow coming in.

Blahg!

I really hope that this is the last fucking blogging platform I ever need to use. I began blogging back in 1999, before it was even called blogging. The good old days of dial up and Diaryland. You had to wait good and long to produce an utterly trivial piece of crap that 15 people saw fit to comment on. Then, you would read their crap and egos were massaged and all was right with the world.
When people left Diaryland, I followed them to Livejournal. Then Myspace. Facebook. And now Blogger.com. I think James has a blog somewhere. Let me go find it.