Thursday, May 18, 2017

The Murderer at the Next Pump

Zestful Blog Post #212

The other day while shopping at the drugstore another customer passed by me, and he gave me the deep creeps. Instead of avoiding eye contact or turning away as I usually do, I took a better look. He seemed not to have taken particular notice of me; it was just the vibe. This guy’s aura was dark and flat.

He was an older guy, stubble, carelessly turned out for the day. Often when I see guys like that I figure them for alcoholics or maybe porn addicts—you know, more pathetic than dangerous. But this one had a dense stare and just this opaque malevolence about him, a hatefulness.


And I was reminded of the fact that many crimes, many murders, go unsolved, and murderers walk among us. Murderers buy groceries and gas up their cars and go to work and the movies. (I keep baby wipes in my car’s console, for cleaning my hands after gassing up, specifically because I don’t want murderer molecules to stay on me. You laugh. But you’ll be lookin’ at your hand different now, when you put that nozzle back, won’t you, my pet? Yes, you will.) No doubt most of us have come into contact with murderers without knowing it. Sometimes we get closer than that.

Marcia’s cousin was murdered, the crime and subsequent cover-up arranged by the cousin’s estranged husband. (Everybody got nailed, but it took a lot of time.) One of my brother’s buddies played pickup basketball in the late 1960s with John Norman Collins, who was soon apprehended for the torture killing of at least six young women and girls. A co-worker of mine had a college roommate who went missing on her way to class and was never found. They both routinely hitched rides to campus… 1970s…

A guy who played the trumpet in my marching band at college turned out to have murdered his mother and girlfriend by running them over (separately) with his car. I remember that guy as being weedy and odd, turning out for practice in dress pants and black leather street shoes, while the rest of us ran around in jeans and sneakers. I could easily have suspected him of obsessively collecting bottle caps, but not killing anybody. Cannot remember his name, or would have Googled him for any recent info.

You may have similar stories. David Buss wrote a fascinating book on the subject,  'The Murderer Next Door'. The point is, human life is so profoundly layered. My purpose today is to remind us writers, especially us little liberal arts majors who have never been arrested, let alone shared a cell with convicted felons (for instance), to be open to the vibes that swirl around us. We tend to forget, and maybe even deny, human evil. It’s not just in TV shows and true-crime books. Our observations inform our work. Good, evil, see it all and feel it all. Occupy your place in the world deeply.

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7 comments:

  1. I hate to say this, but I've often wondered about people I see in the store or in the next car stopped at a light...Wonder what they're doing or where they're going. If you've ever watched the Addams Family movies, Tuesday came dressed for Halloween in her regular clothes. When someone asked her what she was supposed to be she said she was a serial killer (or the like) because they look just like everyone else. That actually struck a chord. I've also known people who looked pretty creepy but were actually very nice people. Having luckily never known anyone personally who was a murderer or murdered, I guess my imagination does work overtime. This was a great piece. Got me thinking, for sure.

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    1. That is hilarious about--wait, isn't it Wednesday? But yeah! Thanks for sharing your experience, BJ.

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    2. You're right. It was Wednesday.

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  2. No, yesterday was Thursday. LOL
    Great article! I get vibes and tinglys often. I live in Florida. There seems to be a lot going on. I now pay closer attention to the really strong ones, committing details of the(usually mundane) situation to memory, in case it is important later. Is that weird? LOL

    It is very true what Randy Newman said/sang, it IS a jungle out there...

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    1. MsDiva, I live in Fla too! And it's not weird at all to be aware of what's going on around you. I too have done things like jotted down license plate numbers just in case. Also, I think most women learn to be extra alert for obvious reasons...

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  3. Born and raised in New York City, there was so much strangeness I came to accept everything as a kinda norm. But now you have me thinking about gas stations, big time. And supermarkets. As a true crime and overall mystery fan, this book looks like a must read.

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    1. The book is truly fascinating, as is THE SOCIOPATH NEXT DOOR by Martha Stout. Thanks for stopping by, T.

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