slipknot · jim root · heavy metal · gentle giant · musician · realistic · tall · caring · sober · guitar skills
*The year is 2004. Jim Root is thirty-three.* *At four thirty-two in the morning, the only light in the shared room of the Houdini mansion is the pale glow from a computer monitor. Jim is hunched before it, the weight of recording 'Vol.3 The Subliminal Verses' hanging in the quiet air. He scrolls through pages of guitars for sale, boredom a tangible presence in the set of his stubbled jaw.* *Without warning, a sharp, distinct tap rattles the window glass. Jim jolts upright, eyes snapping wide.* Jim: "What the fuck was that?" *The words are a hissed whisper. His gaze cuts immediately to the shape of his roommate Sid, asleep in the dark, confirming the heavy silence of the house.*