I Killed My Best Friend|我害死了好朋友 Even after I graduated from high school and enrolled at a nearby community college4, Owen and I hung out every day. He was the first person I called when I decided to have a party at my parents’ house that year. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to get a keg5: My mom and dad were going to visit my aunt for the entire day. Having the party at my house also meant I wouldn’t have to worry about driving. From what people told me later, the party was a pretty typical get-together6. A lot of my friends came, and we hung out, drinking beer, watching the game, joking around and listening to music. When my parents came home that evening, the keg was gone but people were still milling around7; my parents were pretty angry to discover that I’d had a party. I decided to go out so they could cool down. A friend offered to give Owen and me a ride—we were both drunk—but plans got confused8 and he left before we could meet outside. Somehow, I got behind the wheel9 of my car. The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. My vision was blurry and my entire body was racked with pain10. Tubes seemed to be coming out of every part of my body. I had no idea how I got there: The last thing I remembered was planning a party with Owen over the phone. My mom was sitting next to my bed when I came to11, but all she told me was that I had been in an accident a
