I just found out yesterday that my best friend from undergrad committed suicide. He was the first person I met in freshman orientation and we instantly became like brothers. We lost contact after we graduated, and since I'm not on facebook I had no contact with him for like 3 years. It's sad because he was one of the most intelligent person I've ever met. We used to smoke and sit for hours talking about really deep shit. And now he's gone. He was neither weak nor selfish. Apparently like 4-5 years ago he got ahold of some bad ecstasy and it fucked him up. I don't know the medical diagnose, but he was different after that. He was one of my best friends during an important time of my life. And when I came out to him he told me "you're still my brother" and he drove up to campus and we got so fucking loaded. It's sad that he's gone, but I'm happy that whatever was haunting him is no longer an issue. Miss you Osirus.