His name is Jon…he’s late 40s I think…I believe younger than my mom anyway.
He was notoriously weird…if that’s okay to say. He just has always been strange. Never menacing or scary…just strange. In the last couple of years he had some hard times. He said he couldn’t sleep. But the meds he was given never seemed to help him. So he started drinking. He would wake up some days & not know how long he had been asleep. So my mom & Jon’s assistant worked out a sort of buddy system. If either went more than 48 hours without hearing from him, they called each other.
He was around my mom’s a few months ago with a huge wound on his head. (It actually gave me an icky feeling in my stomach when I tried to look at him.) He said he wasn’t sure how it happened. He thought maybe he fell…but if that was the case, then he’d had the sense to clean up the blood out of his apartment before he blacked out. Because he did wake up on the floor…without a mess.
His nephew died a few years ago in a really horrific car accident. He was just 18. After that, he & his younger brother (the father of the boy) lived together. They had some sort of falling out. There are 2 other brothers who live in Washington state. The mother lives there also…but travels a lot. The brothers are flying here now. I think they own some Blimpie franchises.
I don’t have any further details. My grandfather has been asked to go to Jon’s apartment. My mother was originally called, but she is en route to Lee County for some business with my dad. I know my mom isn’t a conclusion jumper…so if she says, “murder”...then I have to assume that’s actually a fact. If she was unsure, she would just have said, “Jon has been killed,“ or, “Jon is dead.“
Everything from the popular Farting Santa to fake Lottery Ticket stocking stuffers.
