Looking down on Jimbo lying in his casket, I thought he didn’t age well. In high school, he was a certifiable jock, and the girls loved him. And now he wore too much rouge. I smiled. I had been the nerdy guy who wanted to hang out with a cool guy. And Jimbo fit the bill. He had been my hero for a time. And in recent years, I’d come to loathe him. I limped away from his body and took my seat at the back of the viewing room. My thoughts returned to a particular evening as a seventeen-year-old,[...]