RIP Bradley Nowell :: essays research papers

-T hose of you who were fortunate enough to meet Bradley Nowell, saw a gay who liked to smile and sing. He did these two things with the greatest of ease. The man we knew liked to pick up a guitar, not needles, but on the 25th of may in 1996, many of us were shocked by the news of his tragic death. Just seven days earlier, he married the beautiful Troy Dendekker. Things were lookin absolutely bright for him. It was rumored t wear he even woke up extra early on the morning of his death to walk his dog on the beach because he felt up just great to be living. Hours later after he woke up, he was found dead from a heroin overdose in his San Francisco motel room. W hat went wrong I thought to myself? I remember hearing the news of his death on a local radio station. Ive been a Sublime buffer since my senior year of high school. The single "Date Rape" made the Chicago airwaves and I was hooked. I did a little research and I observe that Bradley had been in and out of rehabili tation centers since 1992. Many people that Ive talked to about Bradleys death really didnt seem to care. Being a huge Sublime fan, I was ferocious by their ignorance. Most of the time I heard people say that it was Bradleys fault for taking the drug in the first place, but I came to produce that it really wasnt his fault. Troy Nowell says in the VH1 documentary on Bradley that obviously the drug was "bigger than both of us (Bradley and Troy)". She said he hated what he was doing, and tried and true to stop numerous times, but the world is ignorant to the fact that this drug, heroin, is extremely physically addictive. Bud Gaugh, the drummer of Sublime, said he used to hug, sweat, and cry with Bradley during his fight with heroin. If it were his choice, Bradley wouldve stop using it, but heroin took a hold of his nerves and his entire body. W e need to remember the Bradley who gave us three absolutely impressive albums and a voice that stopped the world, not the one who s tuck needles in his arm. There is not a day that goes by that I dont think about him a good twelve hours during the day.