I pity the fool....

I pity the fool.
I'm coming for ya.
Someone did it. Not sure about the who? or the why? But when I find you....


Last Thursday he walked out of the house around 9:00pm.

Did we have a fight before he left? A quarrel?
NO.
He was in what appeared a fine mood.
Was he under the influence?
As far as I could tell.. no.
Does he ever go far from the house?
No.
Sometimes he goes next door to play.
Or across the street.
Usually he just goes out in the yard and plays with his good friend.
Always back in an hour or two. Knocks at the door.
Gives a shout when he's ready to come and hang.
He can be very vocal when he wants something.
When he didn't come back and touch base with
me around midnight ... I began to get worried.
The neighborhood had been pretty quiet.
Nothing unusual.
Nothing I could do.
I went to bed.

Its now been five whole days since I have seen him.
Spent time with his friends.
I have checked all of his usual hang outs.
Talked with his girlfriends. Looked for messages.
Not a sign.
Nobody has seen him.
He might have decided to stay with someone
else for a bit... unlikely... but it can happen.
Perhaps someone picked him up and took him against his will.
That makes me mad.
Perhaps someone decided to give him a place to sleep...
thought that we were neglecting our duties.
With the heat I can understand. Not good for animals or people to be out.
Regardless of the time of day.
Perhaps someone did something cruel to him?
Maybe he had an accident.... I Checked with the local hospitals.
Doesn't make sense.
The private investigator in me comes out.
I have been creeping around my neighborhood "Batman" style.
Put on my ninja shoes.
Spying neighbors. Checking trash cans. Eyeing pavement for a tip or two.
The "meth" head with the trailer garage
and hydroponic lights in his living room.
Big suspect.
He saw me snooping around his yard and trash.
You never know when he's home.
Surveillance on him has been tricky.
He seems to be aware of my living room
spy quarters and my coffee breaks.
If I should suddenly go missing... you all know where to look.
His trailer garage.

Another big one on the radar.
The senior home over a block... very suspect... lonely folk.
Lonely folk probe into everything. If they got him.
They would hide him -and spoil him.
They would keep it all secret in house.
They might even share him.
Old people are sneaky.
They would accommodate all of his dietary desires to keep him from leaving.
Very "Hansel & Gretel".
Damn old people and their evil ways.
Probably gave him his own chair and pillow.
Then again ... maybe it was a kid.
A mean , acne filled, pushy, trench coat wearing, low confidence,
sadistic kid ,who never got enough love.
With a fetish for hurting things.
Then again maybe it was a car full of skinheads
travelling thru my neighborhood.
Lured him away with promises of adventure
and a sordid life of anarchy and crime.
Perhaps he decided to join a pack of skateboarders
and travel around the dark alleyways of Phoenix.
Perhaps he fell in love. Not likely.
He had a medical surgery that limited such desires.
But it could still happen. Urges can be mental more than physical.
Whatever happened...
We wish he would come home.
Here's the last photo I have of him.
I took this photo the night before he went missing.
Its of him and his good friend Ted sleeping on the bed with Lesley.

This is our cat Eddie.
We miss him.