He had stayed home that night, because his program was intense – he had a lot of work to do. He had been invited, but he didn’t go, because he did work instead. His best friend went, though. He wasn’t in such an intense program, and could spare the night off easily enough. Everyone there had thought that the best friend had fallen asleep. Perhaps he had. Eventually, though, the combination of this and that and ecstasy had stopped the best friend’s heart and life. But everyone thought the best friend was asleep.
He had stayed home that night, but his best friend hadn’t.
Contemplating how things could have gone differently, if he had gone to the party that night, now that is one easy way to go crazy.
So, I don’t.