I'm gonna take my turn to write about this amazingly talented and goofy man.
Jimmy has never been my favorite member of Avenged Sevenfold, but he has taken part of changing my life. Not to mention he's one good-looking and badass motherfucker behind his kit.
I have never met Jimmy, even though he already came to my country twice, even drinking a King Cobra blood here once too. But I have never had the chance to see him live and meet him.
On the first two days, I kept moping. I knew on December 29, 12:36 P.M. Indonesia's Western Time. I was chatting with my friend through AIM, and she told me the worst news I could ever hear. I don't wanna see the words "Jimmy "The Rev" Sullivan", "died", "death", and "autopsy" in the same article ever again, except if it's about him reviving from his death. I kept wishing it was a dead faint. A fake death. I just wanna know why he died, if it's acceptable, then maybe I can let him rest.
I couldn't stand looking at Jimmy's pictures or videos. I couldn't stand listening to Avenged Sevenfold. I just kept crying and crying and crying. And you know what my family did? They
laughed at me. I know Jimmy would laugh at me for crying over him, but I would forgive him, 'cos that's just who he was. Is. Whatever. But this is my family, and they don't give a fuck about it. They don't give a fuck about my feelings, how I've only known him for three short years and how losing him is like losing a brother, a family, a best friend.
Well, I can't do anything to stop it now. I just need time to process all of this. I don't know if I can ever accept this, but I'll try, for Jimmy's sake.
( P.S.: )I hope this can bring you guys some smiles. I'm sorry if I just put some salt on your wounds... We're gonna get through this. Together.