Home At Last

Thank God, I'm finally home. I don't think I could stand one more moment participating in idle chit chat about stupid stuff that I don't give a crap about. (Whew.........now that I've got that off my chest.........)

Buzz stopped in a few minutes ago to ask if I knew how to get in contact with any of Rocky's brothers or sisters. Of course, I don't have a clue. I can't even remember any of their real names. That's the thing about me, everyone has a nick name. After a while, I tend to forget the real name and they just become known as the nick name. Back to the topic though, Buzz had stopped in to let me know that the door to Rocky's house was open and that he didn't see anyone there, and hasn't seen anyone there. (Buzz lives directly across the street.) He was trying to find out if perhaps someone had decided to take care of things, or if the house was being ransacked because it no longer had living ocupants. I wish I could have been more helpful, but the only one that I even remembered was Wendy, and I have no idea what her last name is. So the plan was for him to call the sherrif's department as soon as he got back home. Jeez, that is all such a terrible situation. I still can't believe he is dead.