Every so often Sam will be standing up, holding on to something, like the coffee table, for instance, and he will have finished his work there—that is, he will have already flung everything to the floor—and all of a sudden he’ll let go with both hands and stand there for a few seconds. It’s totally charged time, like the moments right before lightning. Then you can see concern cross his face, and on the inside he’s going, “Yo! Holy shit!” When he starts to wobble, he reaches for the table again to steady himself.
