So my buddy Simon calls me up and lets me know that our buddy Rafa in Costa Rica died last week. He was all broken up and crying and stuff.
Rafa had
a) cheated with and stolen Simon's girlfriend, whom Simon loved dearly
b) intered into a business partnership with Simon and really not done jack to help with the business and really let Simon and his other partner do all the work.
I had always thought of Rafa as a funny guy, really scrawny, and after Simon told me this stuff (long after I had moved away from Costa Rica) a dick.
SO I was kind of surprised that Simon was so broken up about it. But I guess it happens.
The victim apparently had 4-5 beers over the course of a very long evening, was going too fast down a straightaway at the very beginning of a rainstorm, crashed (at a turn?), flipped, and was found ~100 meters from his car.
An ambulance was called right away and arrived an hour later (that's the Third World for ya). At the hospital the doctors performed cardiac massage and actually revived him. He improved for several days and then all of a sudden relapsed. He was pronounced brain dead and then dead for real several hours later.
As much of a tragedy as it is, I can't help but think that it's nobody's fault but his. Alcohol+high speed+dangerous conditions+ no seat belt. We're talking Darwin Award Candidate here.
Of course I didn't say that to my dear friend Simon because it wouldn't have made him feel better.
It was just strange; Simon had every reason to not give a damn, but he was as choked up as I have ever seen him.
Rafa had
a) cheated with and stolen Simon's girlfriend, whom Simon loved dearly
b) intered into a business partnership with Simon and really not done jack to help with the business and really let Simon and his other partner do all the work.
I had always thought of Rafa as a funny guy, really scrawny, and after Simon told me this stuff (long after I had moved away from Costa Rica) a dick.
SO I was kind of surprised that Simon was so broken up about it. But I guess it happens.
The victim apparently had 4-5 beers over the course of a very long evening, was going too fast down a straightaway at the very beginning of a rainstorm, crashed (at a turn?), flipped, and was found ~100 meters from his car.
An ambulance was called right away and arrived an hour later (that's the Third World for ya). At the hospital the doctors performed cardiac massage and actually revived him. He improved for several days and then all of a sudden relapsed. He was pronounced brain dead and then dead for real several hours later.
As much of a tragedy as it is, I can't help but think that it's nobody's fault but his. Alcohol+high speed+dangerous conditions+ no seat belt. We're talking Darwin Award Candidate here.
Of course I didn't say that to my dear friend Simon because it wouldn't have made him feel better.
It was just strange; Simon had every reason to not give a damn, but he was as choked up as I have ever seen him.