To recap: I met a Spaniard(his label), who looks like El Debarge(my opinion), and drives a Maxima(fact).
I believe him to be a serial killer based on the following facts: 1) He calls himself a Spaniard. 2) Eerie declarations of love and adoration for his mommy. 3) Living in the basement of his mommy’s home although he is financially capable. 4) Easy access to a serial killer- like van.
Why would a girl with good old fashioned common sense consider dating a man who has the potentiality to be a serial killer?
Well, first I guess you gotta ask a girl with good old fashioned common sense…as for me?...I had started looking at serial killers with a new set of eyes…
His name was Richard Grissom.http://www.shawneedispatch.com/news/2010/may/07/former-prosecutor-recalls-grissom-case/
So to conclude :The Spaniard’s Windowless Van…
I find myself in a creepy, dark, damp smelling basement…about to enter a human cage.
We enter in to the killers den…a double deck cassette player system is playing Marvin Gaye on a desk, on a low lying table are a group of scented candles and cone incense burning…
The Spaniard sits on a twin size bed with a pillow that has seen better days. He pats the space next to him. I shake my head.(“hell to the no” hadn’t been invented yet)
The Spaniard, not devoid of manners, pulls out a computer desk chair for his guest.
He hands me a case filled with thousands of cd’s and asks me to pick something I want to hear.
I wonder if there are any artist with a song called “I Want To Go Home’.
The Spaniard lays across the twin sized bed; stares in my direction.
The Spaniard walks over to me and holds his hand out to me. I get up and he sits in the chair pulling me into his lap.
With the scent of the incense wafting through the air, the glow of the candles, Marvin Gaye in the background… we make out 1970’s style.
That’s really the end of the story.
Nobody should be groaning with this ending…cause for the story to end any other way I would be dead.
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