Ruminations On The Death Of A Friend

"It Should Have Been Me."

About seven years ago, I went to an Octoberfest party with some of my friends at an apartment complex on the edge of downtown Fort Worth. I got decently drunk and took an Uber home. When I got home, I got some chicken tenders from a place near me, walked into my apartment, watched the end of a baseball game and nibbled on said tenders, and passed out. W…