"...I won't deny that I'm inclined to isolate..."

[despair57]

    Mitchell Cody Campbell was born in Albuquerque on September 23, 1988.  I met him in elementary school, in second grade.  I don’t exactly remember the moment we met, but we quickly became friends.  We shared many interests, and could always play together.  We’d go over to each other’s houses all the time.  I lost contact with him when I

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Not to counter anything, but

[syrax]

People talked shit about Mitchell more than anyone else of his grade that year. I was repeatedly warned about him and was assured he was a selfish asshole. I didn't really care, of course, but the only person who specifically tried to defend his being to me was Anthony Marrs (though obviously a large amount of people never talked to me about him so there undoubtedly could've been more who would've done so). There was this annoying uprising around his death, obvious even to me, by morons who talked shit about Mitchell yet then cried over him.

One of the most heart-wrenching traits of the incident is actually concerning the funeral in the auditorium and those 15 or so students. The amount of hypocrisy, lying, and degeneracy has been enough to bring people to tears just by them thinking about it. Those people who Mitchell apparently hated fawning over him after death is a sign of the injustice unto the emotionally wicked. These large gatherings seem to be dead, too. Not necessarily just from time, but maybe even moreso from the fakeness.

Even amongst Mitchell's real friends, there is some dispute upon the actual events and even the autopsy report. The largest theories include an inclusion of moderate drunkenness, the amount of Oxycontin (usually two pills), the route of administration (specifically insufflation and to a lesser extent oral), a state of overdose vs. conflicting natural factors, and even mode of death stemming from the previous aspect.

Had he been drinking? There seems to be a lot of skepticism against that. People tend to say he insufflated two pills of OC, but this doesn't pay respect to the dosage of each pill. Furthermore, personal, natural tolerance to opioids should be considered. The maximum market dosage, 160mg, is generally not enough to cause overdose without other significant interferences. OC does not get absorbed very well nasally for most, and would most likely need other variables to influence it.

The most common thing I hear is that he asphyxiated on his vomit coming from an overdose. This is unlikely, but the asphyxiation on the vomit coming from the OC without an overdose is more likely. Anything is possible, of course, but there are too many unknown factors.

The darkest question: how responsible was the individual who gave him the OC for the events, and what exactly did she say?

Also, assuming the worst, so an overdose may be more likely: why would a young teenager with some experience with drugs drink for 12 hours straight, not eat anything, and snort a couple of pills he didn't know much about? That's a red flag for disaster.

I'm good friends with a few of his good friends now, and time's past. People accept shit and life's hard but there's nothing you can do about it. This is acceptable but still tragic. There's many controversies surrounding his social life, as well. The allegations of suicide are universally debunked by friends. He was, no doubt at this point, happy. His relationship situation was chaotic and unsettled, and he hated many of those around him (and would talk about them as such), many of those ended up being the fake pricks at his funeral.

Personally, I talked to him once, and he was kind of an asshole. It didn't affect me at the time. His death was surrounded by mystery and constant lies from the fake degenerates around him, leaving his real friends apart, which may be for the better. But his Myspace still stands.

http://nulgehkcgydan.livejournal.com/

Re: Not to counter anything, but

[despair57]

I pretty much agree with everything you said. I wrote about his relationship situation too, but I ended up taking that part out at the end, so as not to cause anger over something that doesn't really matter anymore. Maybe I should've left it in. I definitely didn't mean to convey anything one way or another about his death, because honestly no one knows for sure.

I didn't say it, but I've always felt that the large gatherings being dead was way more from fakeness than time.