Fuck...
I just got back from a business trip an hour ago or else I would have posted to this thread sooner.
I spoke with Quicksilver that same night. I remember that we were laughing because he told me that he was going to take some opiates. I chuckled and said: "I got you beat bro, I just popped my hydrocodone"... he then answered: "Yeah, but I'm injecting Morphine". I typed back: "Damn... you win!!!"
We talked for a while longer and then he suddenly said he wanted to "Just go up to his room and chill"... then he logged off. That was the last thing I heard from him.
Quicksilver and I had been talking for months. Moreover, almost every day for about 2 weeks now we had chatted at night, and had become very good friends. He even made sure to act as an "Internet Sitter" through my 2ct7 trip on this past Saturday. He talked to me for over 5 hours straight, just because he was concerned! It is almost cryptic now re-reading the trip report I had posted before I left, and realizing that I had mentioned his kindness in it that night.
I have met few individuals, regardless of age that had the intelligence, kind heart and maturity that Quicksilver did. Through our time talking together over the past few months I can truly say I grew to love him like a brother. I have lost a dear friend.
I send my deepest condolences onto his family, and to anyone else on this forum who found him to be the exceptional person and friend that I found him to be.
Thanks, Quicksilver - we won't forget you.
[This message has been edited by Sebastians_ghost (edited 14 February 2001).]