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I met Blaine when I was 18 years old. I had recently moved to Boston from a small town in New Hampshire with my best friend, Kris. We had moved into an apartment with Kris' brother, Nate, in the Mission Hill section of Beantown.

Kris and I were drinking beers in Kris' room and playing Dreamcast. Blaine walked into the room and asked Kris, "Are you Nate's brother?"

To which Kris replied, "Ya", and then Blaine did something unexpected. He whipped out his balls, kinda bounced them up and down a bit (he had quite large ********** and yelled "Wheeee!!!!"

Blaine was 22 and had already lived a harder life than most. Sure, he had the obligatory divorce of his parents at a young age. But really, in this day in age that happens to everyone. However, while in college he was into the "Rave" scene. He started off with the pot and E, graduated onto acid, and eventually made his way up to heroin. However, he eventually got busted for selling drugs and going to jail for a short time. He ended up going through detox and having to stay at "wet" houses as a part of his probation. Besides nicotine and the sauce, he was "clean" for the first two years I knew him, since he was drug tested while on probation.

Being 18, both Kris and myself were kind of uneducated when it came to drinking. Not that we didn't know how, mind you. It's just that at our ripe young age, we tended to drink in excess and throw up. That was one of those nights.

Kris ended up throwing up into the toilet. I cheered him on while Blaine took pictures with his camera. Being the creative person that he was, he'd snap photos from above Kris, below him, and he even took a shot from between his legs, the puke looking almost magical as it was projected from Kris' stomach.

A year later, Nate, Kris, Kitty (Kris' cat) and myself ended up moving to another apartment with Blaine at Roxbury Crossing. While there:

-Blaine let Kitty outside
-When we took Kitty to get fixed, we found out she "had" been pregnant. The vet didn't give us a choice, since he only let us know after she had been fixed.
-This game was played (WS, as long as you don't mind people in their undies)
-Blaine threw his microwave off the 2nd story porch
-Nate passed out with his hand palm up. Blaine took a picture of his balls in Nate's hand.
-Every morning after we had all been out drinking, Blaine would emerge from his room clad only in his boxers, scratching his balls, and ask us "What're you guys doing?"
-Blaine got an inflatable sheep that he dubbed "Mandy", after a girl I hooked up with.
-Mandy's life as our apartment mascot ended when my friend Chip persuaded some random girl to violate Mandy (she was a "love sheep") with a vaseline covered night stick. Mandy couldn't take it all and popped. Blaine was so mad at Chip, almost none of us saw Chip for almost a year afterwards.

Around the time that our 2nd year in that apartment had started, Blaine got off probation and started doing drugs again. He started off with Oxycotins, painkillers (Colonopins (sp?), and even took Viagra and walked around with a ***** for four days.

After our 2nd year, myself and Kris moved out to a 2 bedroom apartment, Nate moved in with his girlfriend (now Wife), and Blaine moved back to NY where he was from.

While in NY, Blaine OD'd and actually died for a bit. However, he was revived by the paramedics a short while later.

He moved back to Boston and cleaned up. His girlfriend moved in with him and he was happy for a long time. But eventually, as is often times the case with heroin addiction, he started doing drugs again. He broke up with his girlfriend and we started seeing him less and less. Eventually, Nate found out he was shooting heroin again, something he hadn't done in almost 7 years.

There was an intervention. We all told him how much we cared about him and didn't want to see him die. He understood this and said he'd try and enter rehab again.

Last month, I attended Nate's batchelor party. Blaine was there and looked clean. He was his usual self that night. When one stripper bent down to pick up her money, Blaine promptly put his palms to his face and blew, making a gigantic poo noise.

We were hammered of course and thought this hilarious. The stripper, however, did not.

A week later was Nate's wedding. Blaine didn't look good throughout the ceremony. He was sweating profusely. However when questioned, he mentioned that he was wearing long underwear, which he actually tended to do often. After the ceremony, at the reception, he was his regular old self. He was hamming it up, downing beers, and dancing up a storm. At one point he even picked his date up and twerled her over his shoulder, just because someone dared to say he couldn't. It was a great time.

When we went to return the Tux's the day after the wedding, I found a needle in the parking lot of the Tux place. This was Worchester, however, and I didn't think much of it.

Sometime after leaving his ex girlfriend's house Saturday, Blaine sat on the edge of his bed and injected something into the nuckle of his hand. When whatever it was hit him, he passed out of consciousness. He fell forward, off his be, and landed on his nose.

The cops at his apartment when his ex went over this afternoon think that he died instantly. However, we won't know the results from his autopsy for up to four days. We don't know what day he died yet, but knowing him, it was probobly April Fool's day.

A bunch of us got together today after hearing about it. None of us really knew what we should be doing. I still don't know what, exactly, I should be feeling right now.

We drank some beers and told stories about Blaine. I think he would have liked that, since he was often the center of attention when he was with us.

The addiction got the better of him in the end. He tried, we tried, but in the end the heroin won. I suppose it was really only a matter of time, but I'll cherish all the times we had together. He was one of the funniest people I've ever met in my entire life.

I'm going to miss the *******, but I just know he's having a blast T-Bagging the lot of us in our sleep.

-Omega

Sorry for your loss :(

Nexa

That sucks man. It's always tough to lose a friend like that.



You'd do it, and sweat in eager anticipation the whole time.

Hehe. You're bad.

Oh, and, my condolences, Omega. It really sucks to lose someone like that, because in my experience addicts are often some of the most intersting folks you'll meet.

This is precisely why I stick with legal intoxicants; nicotine, alcohol, and caffiene.

Sorry for your loss, but did you really have to steal pics from collegehumor.com?

I appreciate the kind words. I worked overnight last night, but it was pretty quiet. I wrote this around 3am and it was the first time I had the oportunity to gather my thoughts.

Katie:

I'm honestly surprised that an idiot of your caliber can summon the wits to comprehend the links in my post. If you could, you'd notice the word "myspace" in it.

That "I've Just Broken the Fourth Wall" bit in my signature is a referance to when a charachter, in this case "Omegavegeta", notices and interacts with it's "audience".

In this case, I'm sorry to say, it's you.

It's a link to my myspace page. Blaine's even in my "top 8". They're his pics.

Really, before you even think about opening your mouth, just do us all a favor and don't. We're not going to benifit from it, and you're only going to end up saying something stupid.

Smash:
When Blaine was alive, he'd go out and party with a digital camera. He'd post his shenanigans on phatgas.com but alas, he recently forfitted the domain name. Actually, the puke story was one of his first entries on the site. However, his friend Bill also had a site that was similar.

GFY

Until they know exactly how and when he died I don't believe they release that information.

Edited, Apr 6th 2007 8:28pm by Omegavegeta