Facebook Status updates:
21:29 I just lost my buzz. good thing cause I’m going to Oscar’s for some more drinks
21:46 soaking my leg cramp in the jacuzzi
23:28 I think if I was drunk all the time, I would be the funnest person ever!
0:45 beers. then sleep
1:00 let the beat drop. I’m so 3008
Initial news release:
Monday, July 27, 2009
Driver weaves through lanes before dying in fiery crash
IRVINE – The California Highway Patrol is investigating a deadly crash that took place early this morning on the I-405 at Irvine Center Drive. Witnesses began reporting seeing a 1991 Mazda weaving in lanes on the southbound 405 around 2:30 a.m., before swerving to the right shoulder and hitting a tree, CHP officer Denise Quesada said.
The vehicle burst into flames upon hitting the tree.
A 27-year-old Aliso Viejo man, who has not yet been identified, died at the scene.
[via The Orange County Register]
I post this, not to impress judgment, speculation or accusation on what behaviors may or may not have lead up to the tragic death of an old friend and Fraternity brother. Moreso as a reminder, especially for my girls, of how we loose sight of how quickly life is gone. How it’s not just what we do, but what we live for, what the motivations are behind what we hold in the forefront of our lives, then what they leave is with in the end. Too often we focus on things and pour our energies on things that don’t really matter. Too often our lives simply reflect the fool’s parade denoting behavioral and concrete dimensions our culture idolizes. The culture we’re surrounded with encompasses what we do and what we make, simultaneously everywhere, interwoven in everything, available for everyone. Attire. Values. Behaviors. Action. Wearing a baseball cap is cultural. Escaping to the bars is cultural. Talking on an iPhone is cultural. Having a good time under the influence of alcohol is cultural. Sometimes we become so accustomed by the normality that some cultural idoms to the point those things become normative and expected, that therefore they loose the reality of risk we know is lurking. That it won’t happen to us because we are somehow exempt. Somehow better than, safer than, not as bad as. Because, if left alone, the fun normal expectations we have done a million times over, blind us to the reality we have been decived into pouring ourselves into the biggest waste of our lives, and may ultimately kill us.
Lost. Gone. Were the last few hours you lived for worth it, Danny?