Exit Wound

My housemate of 2 years and friend of 10 shot and killed himself in May of this year (2012).  I was downstairs and had texted him to ask if he wanted some scrambled eggs I was making.  I heard him walking around, but he never answered my text.  Later, afterward, I looked at his phone and I saw my text message had been read.  He knew I was up, he knew I was home.  Twelve minutes after I sent the text I heard a sound like a box had been dropped on the floor.  For some reason I noted the time.  This sound was loud […]