nothingArh, the morning sun was terrible. Big hangover, only The Yellow Lagoon could solve that problem. I stepped out of bed, not knowing that just sixty-five steps, thirty-seven minutes, ten bucks and five beers later, everything would simply be nothing.Nothing is a pretty weird term. Try to imagine it. Nothing. It's impossible. Even nothing is something, and if there is nothing, how can there be nothing?Maybe it was just the beer talking.Jim was pretty nice actually. Always smiling. He was definitely hiding something.But the loud bang made it impossible for me to figure out what it was.First.A bright light. Brighter than the sun itself.Second.A loud bang. My ears were bleeding.Third.Silence. Deep silence.Nothing thawed.