
Originally Posted by
CarmeloOrchards
About a decade ago, I took our garage down to studs, added another ten feet of concrete, dug in, and connected to the sewer, put in a full electrical service, plumbing, ethernet, and rebuilt the garage into a really spiffy little cottage.
After the kids stopped using it, we started renting it out. We've had Stanford Medical School doctors, a NASA rocket scientist, and others.
The other day, I arrived home to see a dozen cop cars and crime scene tape across our property.
Our tenant, in the cottage, had checked out without taking his body.
He had a 10 year old daughter and a 17 year old son and an ex wife.
They came to see him around 6 that night. His bloody naked body blocked the front door.
Having, myself, been the person cleaning up the mess for the past couple of days, it looks like he got into the jacuzzi, slashed himself including his intestines and arteries, and then, had a change of heart. He got out of the tub, struggled across the bathroom, the living room, and to the foyer, where he collapsed at the front door, effectively blocking it.
There was broken glass overlaying blood and shit. The glass came from the sheriff's officers breaking the double paned glass sliding doors at the back of the cottage. It flew everywhere. Bloody hand prints that slid over door jambs, blood squirted every which way, pools of blood on the carpet, tile, and linoleum. A couple of inches of blood and shit in the jacuzzi. The smell, though now gone, lingers in my mind's nose.
His ex says he was a nice man. He seemed nice enough.
My opinion, colored by this action of his, is he was a _____.
My wife's word, was the same as my own, when I told her. It is the MF word.
He was 56, a CEO of his own company. He had recently been to the Grammy Awards. Professionally, he was no slouch.
Somewhere in there, he was lacking something. He wasn't physically sick. He could have been a tennis pro. He drove a new car, had nice things, wasn't a slob.
Still......