Was sitting in the hot tub,

tonight, and remembered a story from long ago. Will try to make it short. Carol and I were 'just married' and lived in a great apt on Capitol Hill, in Denver. Had a problem with management, don't remember exactly what, BUT, stood up to them, and said we had been wronged. The next month, we were offered a free apt, to manage the 4 story apt house. Was cool. A couple of months later, these 2 'hi-class hippie' guys paid cash for an apt, late one night, and a month or so later, when rent was due, I knocked on their door, no answer, and I let myself in. There was a huge blood spot in the middle of the living room floor, and another in the middle of the bedroom. No furniture, luggage, etc. Just large, dark blood spots, with a small blood trail going toward the door, AND, a small, fancy wooden stash box, with an assortment of drugs, hidden high on a closet shelf. We told the owners, who never called the police, just replaced the carpet. It was a drug deal gone bad. Two people killed, I think, because of what was left behind. Always wondered what happened there, but it was after a murder in an apt building close by, that got bad publicity, and by the time I decided I should do/say something it was too late. Hadn't thought of it for a LONG time, but looking at the sky, tonight, it all came back. Don't know why...