So, calling the man a ‘friend’ might be a stretch. However, I’ve probably spent 20 hours of my life talking to him, some online, some in person. To summarize : the man more or less had it all. With just a high school diploma, he somehow managed to get a series of well paying IT jobs. Later, he got into oil and gas, and somehow managed to convince people to invest in him. He had a sound wall company, that makes some kind of noise abating wall that goes on drill and production wells in Texas. He then got into this business called ‘sound metering’, where he would install monitors at oil and gas drilling sites and produce daily reports measuring how many dB of noise was emitted. Those ‘independent’ reports would be submitted to local and state governments and used to defend the oil companies from lawsuits.
So he made a ton of money. Well over a million dollars. And he bought every toy (RVs, motorcycles, trucks), and went on regular vacations. And his wife looks like a blond sorority chick.
And he was a huge Trump supporter, and would gloat about the GOP win. And he would insist that he didn’t need subsidized healthcare of any sort - despite one of his kids being born needing major surgery to fix his ears, and him just barely managing to get a ‘corporate’ health care plan in place for his company with 3 employees and somehow getting them to cover it. And despite making $500,000 at the peak of the oil and gas boom, somehow he was totally out of money to pay his taxes and thus the IRS had him on a payment plan.
(somehow he spent more money on toys than the after tax on 500k)
And he was hugely impulsive. He’d buy those vehicles on credit on a whim, spend all sorts of money on other stuff at the slightest impulse, and apparently had only moderate self control. And of course he was a big law and order type, and a big Christian, despite doing lots of drugs when he was younger and sleeping with lots of young women.
So anyways, apparently one day his wife let him know she’d been cheating on him and doing drugs with another man. So he went into the garage, started up some of his gas powered equipment, and suffocated in the smoke.
I just feel so…well, almost vindicated. “see, that’s what you get for being goddamn impulsive and giving in to the first stupid urge you have”. And I keep talking about him with my other friends, basically calling him a total moron. Even under the worst possible divorce + child support scenario, he would still have plenty of personal money and ample resources to chase younger, more attractive women to replace his wife. He left his 3 kids and his whole family behind as well. He’s never going to enjoy any of his toys or possibly get to see whatever the far future has in store for us. (he was 38, and I think statistically, being a caucasian man with money, would have lived until his 80s. And that’s assuming we don’t manage to crack the problem of AI in the next 50 years and use machine superintelligence to find some method of delaying or halting death from old age. I don’t necessarily even mean an AI you can talk to, just a series of software tools that accelerate biomedical research a few orders of magnitude by essentially automating the work of most scientists, and developing models to more accurately predict what possible drug candidates will do before wet testing)