My friend Stephen. What precipitated it was thus:
I got home from taking my Japanese final and walked into the room with Walker, Sean, and Stephen (visiting from San Francisco) and Sean tells me that they were all talking about me and how I always try to instigate and make things worse while I was gone. That cut me to the bone, so I went to my room, cried for a while, wrote a suicide note, then went back downstairs. They were all watching American Beauty in my living room, and I took a bottle of Riesling (St Michelle vinyards, Columbia Valley. Good stuff) and washed down a dozen 2 mg klonopins until I finished, at which point they joined me. I started making them orange/teriyaki chicken for dinner, and that's the last thing I remember. I don't even know if Stephen was the one who took it, but I'm assuming it was him. Sean told me they flushed the pills.