Jimbo´s father

Last night when I arrived from a nightclub tour to the Guesthouse at about two o´clock, and ordered a beer in the bar, nothing indicated that something special was happening at the same time in Australia. There were two American girls from Seattle drinking beer, two English gays, another Englishman sitting on the couch with his laptop in his lap, Italian Giuseppe watching TV, Jimbo on the other couch talking to his mobile in a fetal position, with a young, slim Thai girl by his side.
Jimbo is a 26 year old Australian guy, who is working in the reception of the guesthouse as David´s assistant, mainly in the evenings. Another assistant is Dee, a guy from Myanmar.
Dee had just given me the beer I ordered, when Jimbo arose suddenly, went to the bar, took a bottle of tequila, poured a shot in a glass, sliced a lime, squeezed it over the drink and took some salt in his lips before taking the drink to his lips and down his throat. He kept on doing this same procedure again and again, many times. Everybody was at amaze, because we never saw him drinking before.
I asked him laughingly "Hey man, have you started drinking?"
Jimbo was quiet a long time, and then with tears in his eyes, told us "My father died five minutes ago!"
We were all stunned a while, but I was the one who went first to his side and gave him a hug, a bearhug that a fatherbear would give to his cub. Joe came right after me to hug Jimbo and talk to him, and slowly all the others, one by one. Except the gays, they were very sympatic, but maybe afraid of a bodycontact. And the Thai girl also seemed to be not so much affected.
Jimbo´s father was only 42, and a drug addict, and died in an overdose while talking to his son in the telephone. Jimbo made the call to an ambulance from here, but it was too late.
I finished my beer, thinking how fragile is the life of a human being, and went to my bed.