I don't know how many people knew him, or how many people didn't know, but I know that I did, and it happened last night, and I'm already tired of feeling like I have to correct people's wild stories, and yell at people for being complete dickheads about the situation, especially the people that do it around others they KNOW knew the guy.
The full story: He at least, decided to try shrooms for the first time. There -were- other people around. He was apparently feeling depressed as it was, and as Randy so adequately put it today, it intensifies the situation a thousand fold. He started freaking out and having a bad trip. He was freaking out IN THE HALLWAY. He was freaking out around other people. He stripped naked, and started running around his floor. He then streaked through the lobby, and instead of stopping him, an RA was called. By the time he'd gotten up there, yes they had gotten him into a room, and instead of pulling him in and making sure he didnt go anywhere else, they turned around to close a door (by the way, 99.99% of every dorm room door in PFT will close on its own. ) and he ran and jumped out of the window, which shouldn't have been possible because they shouldn't have had the window bar off.
Yes, it was his choice to do drugs, and he did it irresponsibly. But that does NOT give you the right when someone asks 'Oh, is RSO cancelled because of what happened?' to respond with 'No, we aren't cancelling because of some fucktard who killed himself.' That does NOT give you the right to say shit about him, and how he probably would have done it anyway, and it most definitely does NOT give you the right to judge him because you wouldn't have done it. Who's to say what you would or wouldn't fucking do in that situation? Oh, and it increasingly most definitely does NOT give you the right to make fun of the situation, and talk about how 'Oh he just thought he could fly' or talk loudly about how he was an idiot who didn't land right or could have just jumped and flown away and grabbed at clouds and all this other bullshit I've heard today.
I knew him. I didn't know him that well, but this is the fourth person this year alone that I've known, that has died in some way or another. I'm not dealing with it that well, and having to choose between going out and hearing all this crap, and feeling even fucking worse about it all, or staying in and just rotting and making myself even more depressed anyway, is not how I should have to deal with it. It's not fair to him, and it most definitely is not fair to the people that even just knew him in passing, or were introduced to him once, because even then, there's some kind of personal connection, and it's one of the worst fucking feelings in the world.