Alaina Urquhart

I feel like it's probably not good.

By the end of December, his isolation and loneliness had become unbearable.

And on the night of December 30th, he mustered the energy to get dressed and headed out to a local pub.

After spending weeks alone in his apartment feeling sorry for himself, he was very vulnerable and precarious emotionally.

Exactly.

And he was also desperate to find someone to just stop the negative thoughts that were running through his head.

And on top of that, he was certain that anyone that he met that night was just going to leave him.

Yeah.

Like he just didn't want people to leave him.

That's all.

It's very Jeffrey Dahmer.

Yeah.

And he later said that night things began to go terribly and horribly wrong.

They certainly did.

Rather than visit one of his usual bars, he went to a different one.

He went to the Cricklewood Arms, which was an Irish bar near his apartment.

He sat there and he drank pint after pint of Guinness.

And he spent the first hour.

I love Guinness.

Dennis spent the first hour or so of the night watching people in the bar, just kind of like chatting with whoever sat down next to him, but not really making any attempt for big conversation.