Mystery City

2003-05-01T01:21:00.000-07:00

Having just posted last piece, I had decided to visit another blogsite that often amuses me. Pete says "my columns are often amusing or ironic...this isn't one of those stories." Dated April 18,2003, Pete gives a profound sobering punch in the face about the man I dubbed the "Karaoke Killer," but I guess the newspapers as equally insensitive call him the "crackhead killer." Pete and his friend James and another person actually knew one of the victims (different degrees). I think it is worthwhile to read, and reinforces to me that where there is a junkie alive there is hope for her, where there is a junkie dead, there is hope for another. When shit like this happens "it's all fun and games until you know a victim" we all are faced with the obligation to look around. Wake up. Become aware. And by the way, it was seven. Seven women...seven. Just read Pete's world...http://www.worldofpete.blogspot.com. g'night.

2003-05-01T00:45:00.000-07:00

So, back to my primary purpose....other people's lives! Yea!

I don't know how many black serial killers there have been in America's history. I'd be sticking my neck out to say that there are, say three or so prior to the two guys they call the "sniper." More often than not, these two men are lumped somehow into one. I can't guess why. Regularly they are not called "snipers." Also, I have read a few things recently, and for some reason, this crime spree is given credit to only one serial killer, but with two names, and two different bodies. So if I count those "spree sniper" as a single entity, I could not only say that there are only four or so black serial killers here in America's history. It is sooo rare, that not only was the "sniper" bit a major shock, but the Phoenix area "Karaoke Killer" goes unremarkable. Now WHY???? Who says that blacks in America aren't as capable of vicious pre-meditated signature twisted-mind type multiple murder??? SO DISCRIMINATING ARE WE! I understand, it's true, very true, that most evil-minded sociopathic sick fucks are white. But hey, white people have something different in our blood, right? Isn't it that extra Y chromosome or something scientific like that? Remember Police Chief (was it...)Kroeker(?) in L.A., when he straight out told us that black folk have thinner blood than white? Wasn't that is his (oh so justified) reasoning behind all the blacks in L.A. dying in CHOKEFUCKINGHOLDS? So you see--whites are made up differnt...

But now, here we are, with a growing number of black serial killers. I'll tell you one thing-when the police racially profile for terrorism, they look to the middle-easterners (they actually look at Asian, Saudi, Indian, and Islam, Muslim...etc. shhhh...they don't know the differnse) When they profile for gang violence (or SUSPECTED gang violence), black is where they go--Haiti, Cuba (which they sometimes profile for terror as well), Jamaica, oh-yes- and Africa--type Americans. (Southern-France blacks are not considered French, even though it is their native tongue because, well, because they are BLACK goddamned it!) Shit! don't you people know ANYTHING? So, when our police begin to racially profile sexual violence, ESPECIALLY repeated shit, ESPECIALLY with murderin' involved, well-they know to look for white men. Of course, because we are a country filled with white writers (not unlike myself), we don't want to mention about all the sex crimes, pre-meditated murders, and white-collar crime that filths our nation, and gets away with it because there simply is not enough room in prison what with all the BLACK CRACK USERS!

Enuf already! Didn't I say that I was writing about other's stories? Here's one: Big Black Karaoke Man at Fat Cats on Grand Ave in Phoenix Arizona is ALLEGEDLY the oh, I'd say fourth or so serial killer in America. Nice guy. Dialed sound in for bands playing, on weekends, and on Tuesdays, ran the Karaoke bar. The guy grabbed me a Red Bull a few Friday's ago. But Mel, she hung out there often, several Tuesdays she chatted with ol' stinky on Killer Karaoke night. She chatted it up with him. He said he had the Plasmatics for Karaoke, obviously trying to impress Mel, which he did, because frankly who the fuck wouldn't be impressed by the Plasmatics on Karaoke? He asked her if she walked home a lot. Alone. She says yes, and he warns her of the dangers. Nice guy,eh? Just lookin' out for his fellows. True, a couple weeks ago, people began getting this aweful odor from him. Mel must have a deviated septum or somethin' 'cause she backed him and drunkenly hollered out "HE DOES NOT STINK! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE THE GUY ALONE!" She defended his stench on more than one occasion. If my friend Jen were there, she would have identified the smell right off the bat. She had the grim opportunity to experience the smell of dead human in her elevator for a week after they carried a dead overdose victim from his apartment on the second floor of her building. The guys name was Christopher. Up in Portland we held vigil for him, and we created a circle (it's a Wiccan thing) (more on that later). He had tried to stay straight for a while. This girl, Toni, had spoke to him the night he died. He was getting loaded on heroin and coke with some other guy, who apparantly fled the seen after Chris had gone out. They might have revived him if pussy boy had called the police before he ran out of the building. Only Toni had known who was there, and it got around the drug users, and "gone straights" but what could we do? Nobody in Portland is quite as motivated as Fritz Lang's Streets in "M," you know, when his "peers" the "Streets" folk decide his fate for having murdered. I ain't tellin' you the rest--watch the fucking movie.
So, anyway...Jen wasn't there to smell the fat black Karaoke guy, so everyone thought he just smelled "bad." And Mel, well, she couldn't smell it so much. Apparently, the guy had felt the heat coming on, and so he kept the dead body in his bed, or his trailer or his RV or somewhere that he lived, decomposing, and of course, stinking up the joint. They found the 7th, or 8th, or 9th body. I forget now. Jack the Ripper only killed five. Infamous Ed Gein of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre," and "Psycho" fame only killed two. Not even serial killer status Ed...the Pied Piper of Tucson killed three. The Axeman of New Orleans killed only seven. So I'm dubbing him the Karaoke Killer. Even though, he killed nobody during Karaoke (at least not in PUBLIC). His M.O. were the crack-whores downtown, which was a really bad eight months for the crack-whores. I speculate that whoever commited the murders (remember, the Karaoke guy is only being charged, he is not guilty yet...he is the ALLEGED killer) injected tons of cocaine into the veins of these poor girls, ending their already tragic (but NOT HOPELESS) lives. One thing that always strikes me about these serial killers. So many of them have this idea that this one type or another of woman is all women. Or in some cases, their mothers, and in still others, that once a whore-always a whore. Once a druggie-always a druggie. And these guys are smart. I'm glad Mel defended him. I guess he probably did it, but you never know for sure. Mostly though, it seems that black serial killers are more and more. Why? If we really are different, I mean like so many people say, biologically and stuff, then it only shows that it is not the original nature of the black man to kill like that (I am not saying that different cultures don't have their different ways of massacre), but what element of the white culture has gotten into the black culture? I know I'm not miss fucking Politically Correct. I don't give a fuck about that shit. I think Jen will know the smell of dead human for the rest of her life. Melanie will forever question her judgement and intuition. There will be tons of "Killer Karaoke Night" jokes, probably started by me. Life will go on in a vacuum where each person I know will take their experience with them to the grave, because somehow, it is not enough to know that Jen can smell death, that Mel can see only good in people, that I have to laugh--you know--I HAvE to. And Toni--the one in Portland--well, I'll tell you more about her later-but she will go to her grave knowing not only the smell of death a few times over--but she will know who sat in that room with Christopher, she will forever hear his voice telling her that Chris went out, but that he woke up. She will know that that guy wouldn't let her speak to Christopher, but assured her he was okay. She will hear that voice. And fuck--it won't be the only horror she will forever hear.....

2003-04-30T20:27:00.000-07:00

Did I tell you...(soap-box entries only occur after reading too much, which happens only little, so bear with me)(that was a disclaimer...get it?)
...that a boy who I was sort of (embarrrraaaasssssssingly) hanging out with (thank heaven I didn't fuck him) gave me his Bic lighter (prior to our invasion on Iraq) because it is made by a French company. I did not know that Bic is French. I wondered if I would be receiving his car, furniture, appliances, etc., as well. But like the prototype American, he set the tone for our relationship when he did not give me all of his possessions that were made in countries opposed to our invasion (virtually all, unless bullied by our drunken, spittoon-needy, hick-boy prez, Bush Jr.). I mean that not only was he the perfect hypocrite (something I find oh so endearing, because it is soooooo rare), but his condescending, patronizing personality along with the obligitory smirk that comes with such attitude were particularly hot. I never really had a chance to ask him why he wasn't enlisted, as he is young and able-bodied. I did, however consider making a pact with him to join together, with full knowledge that for MANY reasons, I would be rejected by the U.S. military forces. I also remember him saying something about ignorant liberals who listen to media other than that very reliable, very patriotic MSNBC or CNN. Of course, he thinks CNN is liberal, and doesn't really trust them. He really only trusts right wing media, because they of course are telling the truth, as they of course haven't any interest in certain executive branchers, lobbyists, congressional members, or money. You know, they just want to tell us as it is...that we are there to find weapons of mass destruction (mainly those nuclear/atomic missles that N. Korea had allegedly sold to them); or rather, in order to remove a goddamned tyrant from torturing his men and women in a much less humane way that we have here in the states; or rather, in order to create a democracy in a country who never really wanted it that way; or rather, to build U.S. companies (and other 'financially sound' countries) on their land, give them low-paying, over-working, child-laboring jobs in order to import these items to all over the world for free under the WTO's commitment to making import and export items free trade. The so-called "UNITED" states have at least invited other countries to build companies there too, but most of these countries cannot afford to build companies in Iraq. Mostly because they owe every last penny they have at the end of the day to the World Bank. The World Bank are a truly dedicated number of folk from all over the world (well, you know, the wealthier guys) (not to slight cash, you know, it IS money after all), who have lent money to countries that we Americans have never even known existed, and many of their leaders pocketted the cash and fled or were over thrown, leaving such countries with an enormous debt that can only really be paid back to the World Bank through the harvesting of coca plants(and other such seedy operations), which will of course be slipping through customs and saturating inner-city colored and po' folk in order to keep them docile, poor, desperate, and under the thumb. By the way, these inner-cities provide laughable excuses for education, although you won't find those adolescents laughing. At least not until it gets to them so much that they have to, or just die of hopelessness. So, if the school boy who has been picked on for decades by the Bully family, is under suspicion of carrying a gun in his back pocket, and the bully comes over to blow said boy's home, family, and place of employment don't you think he would have pulled the fucking gun out at the first signs of attack and murder of the massive orphanage he is employed? Well, he didn't. So, said bully of course has to switch gears(seein's how we ain't found no missles). Now it has become MORAL people! And will you just please tell me (and I really do want to know): A. where are the missles? B. weren't we supposed to find and kill the two men (who by the way hate each other, but everybody believes that they are buddies (dumb people who haven't time to seek out primary sources of information, and I mean American government sources such as Patriot acts I and II (soon to pass is #2) and others, such as transcripts of meetings and messages from the Mid East (all public records and accessable at the library or the internet) that not only prove that we have had knowledge of this for so long mainly because we have been ATTACKING THEM for decades, but blatent obvious proof that Bin Laden and Hussein actually cannot stand each other)--back to B. which is that we were supposed to be in and out-killing those evil bastards, who incidentally are not related even in beliefs, and have yet again failed to find and eliminate them (ooooh, big fuckin' surprise ol' antichrist chief of the military)! and then there is C. where the fuck is God???? I thought he was backing us up here! why hasn't he wiped those bad evil terrorists (whom we attacked first, second, third, and fourth anyway) and relieved us of killing our service people (who are pretty dumb anyway. Smart people don't join the military since those days when they joined the Navy to avoid draft combat in Vietnam). WHAT DID HUSSEIN DO TO US??????? IF WE ARE GOING TO POLICE THE WORLD (thanx hewlett packard for the scariest bladerunner ad in the world) THEN WE NEED TO INVADE EVERYONE EXCEPT JAPAN! OH, FUCK IT, LET'S NOT FORGET THOSE ASSES! KILL! KILL! KILL! For Christ sakes, let's just kill all the people who are different from us. If we don't, we will witness little countries like Iraq take over the world within a decade. You know God is on our side, right? He has taught us right from wrong, yes? Where are you, God? Please postpone the four horsemen's trip to earth! Please?

Well, now that we know what our troops are actually fighting for (God, right?), I guess we should all support those hard-working, life-giving, raised-not-to-think-for-themselves girls and boys while they are out there facing reality T.V.'s most coolest action-packed adventure/drama that's only somewhat scripted. I guess we are lucky that they played so many video games and watched so much television. We are fighting because we are right, and they are wrong, right? We are better, more moral, civilized, products of the highest evolved race in the world, right? We ARE RIGHT GODDAMNED IT!!! RIGHT!?????

2003-04-19T14:49:00.000-07:00

There were little definitions around the misfit world back then in this town, and so we weren't complaining or segregating or pissin' on other people like I noticed so much in the city up north. Up there, I could think something and it would manifest; if I didn't examine it too closely, I could treat it as real. I could imagine a rock n' roll band with an organ and some mod boots, and there they were, fresh and new and crisp and young. So I started to create all my ideas around everything; music, food, fashion, politics, art, education...there really weren't any limits, so long as I never looked behind the curtain. I began dreaming of the people I would make, beautiful, although two-dimensional, but it was a dream, right? I found myself constantly altering my reality. If I didn't like something or somebody, they conveniently disappeared from my world; which is not to say that I killed them off, but instead that I just sort of thought them away, or rather; I didn't think of them anymore. And as surreal that world seems as I write of it, it was true. It is just the sort of town where, even though it seems as though I simply thought it into existence, people and ideas move quickly in and out of sight. Trends and styles are so mobile, even with the occasional conviction here and there to a cause, it usually passes anyway, before anybody can even document that it occurred.
Being shallow, and super-ficial I thought moslty of music, or "scenes" up there. I mean to say that I look at such vain and seemingly inconsequential appearances with a critical eye, and pretend that it is really, really complex. On another note, there was one string of consciousness that seemed to run it's current throughout the whole town, one that is really, really simple but is seen with the scope of an unrelenting, public scrutinizing frown--heroin addiction. Soon I will be going back to mystery city, but now I am here, in this town where I once grew up, where I'm not complaining or segregating or pissin' on the others, and where regardless of my interpretation, people still live a life created by themselves, even if it is not as exciting as the one I fictionalized up north. And where I will spend the next year "treating" addiction and its various consequential diseases. Where I will tell you stories of mainly other people's lives (whose are much, much more interesting than mine, except in that my life is in some way a combination of their memories), and some honest garbage about what I think about their lives (whose like I said, are just more interesting, and are also much easier to think about). Until next time. M.