It happened after we had a fight. He stormed out of the house, sober as hell, and severely mad at me. It seemed the drinking wasn't the real source of his anger. He was just and angry man, with a bad temper.
Even though I am sad to think about it, the experience holds such irony. When I found out later, that the man who had hit and killed him, was a drunk driver, I couldn't help but wonder if a higher power had played a part in it. Jake had told me he couldn't take it, and was going for a drink. When he got to the car door, he stopped to look back at me, as the little white car plowed over him.