bob the locksmith. wore a rug. divorced i dont think any kids. had his own business for like 30 years maybe more. had all the keys in the attic pissed my dad off. was always a tension between them cause they were both animals. they pretended to like each other bud didnt. bob dissapeared then i saw him living in his rusted mini van outside of mcdonals i guess the police let him. saw him one last time he was walking in with a little leather bag i would guess it was his toothbrush ect. he looked like he had lost 50 lbs and was dying of cancer or something. never saw him again. seems like even tho he was a tax payer non-criminal since no one cared about him the state let him die. high tech police force same thing. tough world id rather get blown away early
yeah bob got dementia all alone. i was shoveling for him on modafinil and he came out and talked to me about "black beuties" and other old drugs ect. guy likely worked in the middle of the night all the time took whatever