I do not mean to "jump" into this seemingly heated battle between the older (and I quote) "40-year-old prozac poppin" people or the "Thug-life wannabe" community so I would like to share my personal first-hand experience with parties, drugs, and the "Tragedy That Burst the Bubble." Just weeks before I will be attending a very reputable service academy to play basketball I decided to stop by a party at a friend's house to say my last goodbyes.