Well, no. That was because wandering around and breaking shit wasn't really a great way to get out all those negative feelings and worries. Mike knew this, because he'd had a fit or two like that in his life too. Not recently, mind. Not in this hotel.
It probably wasn't healthier by any means, but he tended to just had a sad and a drink about it when things didn't go his way. Not that that had to do with anything just now -- because right now, he was just trying to figure out how to deal with the noise that was coming from his neighbor's room. Knocking on the wall earlier didn't seem to help, and so far, knocking on the door didn't seem to be getting him much either. Not that doors tended to stop him these days. "Hey man," he called out, resisting the urge to just walk directly through the door, "you okay?"