[There is a loud clatter as he drops his stuff down in the middle of the living room and heads straight towards the steps to the basement. He's been to this place before and it clicks in where to go before his brain has any time to process. He's angry, upset, hurt, sad, and frustrated. He should have done something. SHOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING.
Jim is gone. Jim might be gone for good. He might not be able to snow board, laugh, talk about solar surfers or t-boards or anything ever again with Jim. He won't see him smile or do that expression when he's trying to figure something out ever again.
He's going to yell before grabbing the stupid television stand from the floor and hurling it across the room. The he's taking steps over to the wall to punch it. He's going to keep at it until either something feels better or numb.]
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Jim is gone. Jim might be gone for good. He might not be able to snow board, laugh, talk about solar surfers or t-boards or anything ever again with Jim. He won't see him smile or do that expression when he's trying to figure something out ever again.
He's going to yell before grabbing the stupid television stand from the floor and hurling it across the room. The he's taking steps over to the wall to punch it. He's going to keep at it until either something feels better or numb.]