Ah, here's one now...
I went to school with Johnny (not his real name) and we were in the same class in 1st and 5th grade, but I didn't really have a lot of contact with him. He seemed like he was one of the "cool kids," but we really hadn't developed recognizable social strata yet at that early an age. He probably would have been class president or prom king or whatever popularity contest he entered somewhere down the line, but I lost touch with him when we moved to the country as I was going into 8th grade.
We'll never know. He died September 16, 1986, age 13, a few months after I transferred. He and a friend were huffing from a butane lighter. Nothing happened to the other kid, but apparently Johnny was allergic to that chemical or perhaps a metabolite of it, and he died instantly. No drugs or anything other than the gas was found in his body.
Much like certain shellfish, all of us move forward through time looking backwards at where we've been and having little idea where we're headed. I'm looking back at you, but I can't tell you that you're about to be swept up in a net you never saw coming.
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