"He was on pills," said one.
"Zany bars," said another.
It's one of those things that everybody knows but nobody knows the 17-year-old Daugherty and his buddy Brian Hooks were zonked on Xanax, a powerful anti-depressant, during the sickening spree that left 45-year-old Norris Gaynor dead and two other homeless men with lacerations and broken bones. The Xanax connection is spelled out on southfloridaracing.com, the website where friends of the suspects named the pair prior to their arrests.
The drug is one of the most popular pharmaceuticals on the street. On January 12, six students were taken to the hospital after they took some of the pills at Rockway Middle School in Miami. And remember when Gov. Jeb Bush's daughter was hit with narcotics charges? Well, Noelle Bush was buying Xanax, which comes in the form of long rectangular pills (hence "bars"). Hear about former Major League Baseball pitcher Jeff Reardon's son dying of an overdose? One of the drugs found in his system was Xanax. And that's just the famous cases. A study on Broward County OxyContin deaths in 2001 found that 62 percent of those deaths also involved Xanax.
It's prescribed for millions of people who suffer from anxiety and nervous tension. But most of the illicit users aren't going for relaxation. The worst of the lot are aiming for an extreme high and have taken to crushing the pills, snorting them, and mixing them with alcohol to get wrecked to the point of blackout.
I tracked down a friend of the teens, Q, who talked to me on condition I not use his or her name. Q knew Hooks well and was told that Daugherty and Hooks were on bars the night of the beating. And it's the only way Q can make sense of the beatings.
"A lot of people are doing [Xanax]," Q says. "A police officer told me that it was the new Quaaludes. You have to understand, Brian wasn't like that. He didn't even like to fight. He had to be on something that night."
The words jarred my memory. I thought of another teen, high on hard drugs, committing crimes on a one-night spree from hell. I've never told anyone about that night, not even my wife or closest friends. Maybe that's why my heart is racing as I type this. I've always wanted to blot it from my memory like it never happened. But it did.
It was 20 years ago outside Louisville, in small-town Kentucky. I was about 16 years old and spending a Friday night at my buddy Lee's mother's apartment, where we all gathered because we always had the place to ourselves. We'd drink beer, smoke weed, and party there all the time. What can I say? It was what I wanted to do.
If I was a troublemaker, I was a relatively harmless one. I did just as little in school as I could to keep a B average and knew I was headed to college. I didn't like violence outside of football and horseplay and spent a lot of time writing and talking about things I didn't really know much about. Haven't changed much in that respect, come to think of it.
On that night, a stranger from Frankfort, the state capital, was at the apartment. I can't remember his name or even his connection to any of us. I just remember that he was tall, had dark hair and wide, flashing eyes, and was a certifiable sociopath.
I didn't know that last part then. I just knew that he brought blotter acid. LSD. I think it was the second time I'd ever taken it. I was no Timothy Leary. I tripped on er, I mean, "experimented with" acid maybe a dozen times in my life. When we started feeling the effects, the stranger said we ought to go out and knock over some cows. Seriously.
I had never cow-tipped, but I remember having a hell of a good time running around in a field that night trying. It didn't work, by the way; they were wide awake, and the damned things can run and move like Earl Campbell when they're ready for you.
Then the stranger and I got in his car. It was well after midnight, and I was wired as hell. He was driving and started talking about breaking into cars. I thought he was kidding.
He wasn't. I watched as he opened a car in some neighborhood, rifled around inside the car for a while, and came back with tapes, credit cards, and other stuff.