Whenever I hear that song it reminds me of the time he was locked up in the hospital.
They found him naked on the top floor of one of our high rise student dorms preaching about starting a new religion.
He was taken away and locked in the psychiatric ward.
I had known him since eighth grade. We were in drama club together and even dated briefly, innocently, when we were sophomores. Over time, we became true friends, always able to be genuine with one another.
We enrolled in the same college, a big ten school in the heart of the Midwest. We didn't see each other as frequently at college but a loyalty existed between us. There was mutual certainty that one would be there if the other needed something.
He loved the band U2 and was forever air-drumming along when their songs played.
A certain song never fails to remind me of visiting him in the hospital and I heard it this weekend when I was cooking and listening music.
I remembered how nervous I was about going to see him.
After I passed through the security clearance, they showed me to his room and I found him sitting on the edge of his bed.
His upper lip was hitched up and stuck on his upper gum oddly exposing his teeth.
The backs of his hands rested on his jittery, bouncing knees and his palms faced upwards.
His eyes were rolled back in his head which was thrown all the way back.
He was muttering to himself... or maybe to God.
He scared me.
I plugged in the tape player that I had brought with me to the hospital and pushed play.
The song I had queued up before leaving my apartment began.
I had always heard that the song was about a heroin overdose. I remember thinking how ironic it was that it was one of his favorites and so it was the one I chose to play for him.
They told me he was suffering from an overdosed himself - though in his case it was LSD.
I remember sitting in the hospital room, listening to the music and watching him.
I loved him, this friend of mine.
Towards the middle of the song, his body relaxed and he looked at me, seeming to really notice I was there for the first time since I had arrived.
"I know what you're trying to do," he whispered. "Thank you."
He looked at me for a moment more and then his eyes rolled back and upwards again. His legs returned to the uncontrollable bounce and the muttering picked back up.
It would be a long while before he was well.