Last night was interesting on MTV. It had a True Life segment that was on binge drinking. Ohmygawd. I have seen that so many times thanks to college. If you have read this diary for a while then you know I lost my best friend, Newman, to heavy drinking.

First of all, Newman is alive. He lives down in Miami somewhere since his parents could not have him live here in Illinois much longer. His mind was so messed up and he was living in the worst conditions. Newman's sheets at his apartment had vomit on them and he slept in them. His sense of smell was gone so he didn't even realize that his apartment smelled so bad once you walk in there. It was really close to smelling like something died in there.

One of the biggest reasons Newman had to leave was because he stabbed another friend twice in the arm. I don't know the whole reason why. We *think* Newman was doing heroin since he had "track marks" on his arms. Then again, it could be that he was just selling his blood for beer money.

Newman was a great guy to know until he became the hardcore alcoholic. As you know, he introduced me to great music, Floyd and Zeppelin. It was great to hang with him.

When I roomed with him at school, that was when it got bad. Newman went into a heavy depresion and just lost it. I woke up to find him peeing on me once. The weirdest thing is that he got into bed with me and would not leave. It was impossible to get him into his bed that was about 2 feet to the side.

Things began to get even worse! Newman would steal all the change he could get from me late at night. I'd wake up and he'd be like, "Sorry, dude. Didn't mean to wake you." I knew what he was doing. His whole day was spent in one bar since it became his home practically.

There was a girl on True Life that only went to work 1 day a week. Her money was basically arranged thanks to her dad. This girl would party every single day. That's an alcoholic. Newman would drink excessively every single day. His consumption could be 2 bottles of vodka and still be stable. Me? I'd black out if I did that. I can barely handle 5 beers. Newman's tolerance could have him outdrink anyone.

I have to admit that watching this MTV show was hard. Memories once again creep up. It's because of Newman that I failed my first class. He'd bring people into the dorm room to party til 4am even though I had an 8am class. It was impossible to wake up or even understand anything in class since I never knew what would happen after I walked into the dorm room. Oh, we had cops! That's a long story, though.

It's pretty warm out there today. Weird. Not quite used to it. At least I am not moody.

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