I was just thinking about this travesty in my past. I t bubbles up in my mind more than I'd like to admit, I always force myself to think of other things, knowing it's in the past and there's nothing I can do now, but I thought I'd share, get it off my chest so to speak. It happened to a good friend of mine. Even though, five years later we had a bad falling out, I still recall that night, thinking that I could've done something different. I had a bad feeling, but was too drunk to think quick enough I guess. We shouldn't have partied with those sketchy newly found 'friends." I should've forced myself to jump up, ran out the door after them, grabbed her hand and stopped her, convinced her to leave, catch a cab back home. I still feel guilt to this day for what happened to her. Even though ultimately I had nothing to do with it, in the after math, my actions did not help, only hurt, and our friendship would never be the same. I would go into more detail, but I'm afraid perhaps she might be on here anonymously and recognize my story and start spweing vile hatred towards me and my past grievances I caused her, real and imagined.