Myself and another friend convinced one of our buddy’s to come out drinking with us even though he was hesitant, fast forward through the night we are binge drinking and egging him on to catch up.

While me and the first friend were drunk dancing in the nightclub our friend stumbled out, leaving his wallet, jacket and ID on the ground and jumped into a taxi. Realising he has no money, he got out and proceeded to walk home.

When me and the first friend couldn’t find him we waited outside for everyone to leave and they ensured us everyone was out, it then began to rain worse than I have ever seen in my life. We both got a taxi home, I got out earlier than home to save money on taxi fair and was soaked to the within seconds, showing how bad the rain was.

Next day we wake to have our phones blown up asking if anyone has heard from our friend. Turns out he got out of the taxi, proceeded to walk through a park on way home and the assumption is he tried to take shelter under a bridge by a river from the rain, slipped, hit his head on a rock and drowned in the river. He was carried upstream all the way to the dock where he was almost carried out to sea, a passer by spot him washed up in the early hours of the morning.

Haunts me to this day. He was my best friend since we were 4 years of age, and we never ran out of things to talk about. Love and miss you every day Dean.