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.