I hate to say this, but it sounds like Eric Morris was doomed to die young. I mean, he did everything anyone asked him to do that was crazy. “Wanna jump off a roof?”
“How about surfing on the hood of a car?”
“Vroom Vroom let’s go!”
“Ok, how about drinking shots upon shots of a mixture of Crown Royal, cherry vodka and Red Bull?”
“Mmm! Sounds good! Bring it on! Glug glug glug glug. You’re stopping after 10? You Wuss! Amature! Glug glug glug glug! Bar-tender, give me more! I need more than 23! You won’t? You Asshole! I demand…” crash bang boom puke die.
What a horrible way to go! But he sure went out in the fashion that seemed to be his whole way of living. What a sad end to what sounds like a kind of sad existence.