Today at around 10:00am Jerry rose from the carpeted floor right next to the front door, walked upstairs and said "bye," collected his blue alarm clock, sneakers, a butterfly kite, gym shorts, velcro shoes, threw out a tecate, drum can, and an old razor, and walked out. I followed. He has a mound of clothes in his back seat, a People magazine in his passenger seat, and two boxes of books in his trunk. On telling him to take care of himself, Jerry responded, "I don't like those kinds of restrictions."
He is driving to Fort Scott to stay for an unspecified time. He seemed alive when he left.
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Did anyone expect anything different from Jerry? That being said, it must have been hard to see Jerry go. I love the part about the floor--that's perfectly Jerryesque.
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