He sat across from me. He wore a blue shirt, brown pants and a wrinkled suit jacket. Pants seemed a little short and his black horn rimmed glasses seemed awkward. His whole demeanor seemed disheveled. I wondered if he was a serial killer. I wondered if it was children or old people; wondered if he liked Dunkin Donuts. Young innocence or antique silver wear sets. He wore long skinny brown leather shoes with his big toes pointing towards each other, pigeon toed. Wondered how many children he lured into his creepy looking van, or how many old people he ducked taped to their own chairs in their own homes. He noticed me staring; he smiled like a joker, like a killer. I looked away, does he laugh like tickle me Elmo or Charles Manson. I think he is still looking at me. I look over to check, he looks down at his watch. He looks casually at time like he casually kills dreams and instills his dreams in his victims. I can feel the watches wristband around my neck, tightening. Does he use neck ties and zip ties to gag and blindfold, does he use a gun or a knife to hold us still? His fingers on his left hand remind me of kitchen knives, his right hand poised like a butcher’s cleaver. I feel him looking at me again, looking at me like he was zip tying me to my seat as I sit. Will I be able to find a pair of scissors and be able to fend him off in these zip ties? I am at the airport flying from Boston to Pittsburgh. A police officer walks by. Would she believe me if I told her I was sitting across from serial killer. My chest feels tight; I don’t want to wiggle too much. I sit still in this web, trying to act casual as I spy on the spider. Did the spider offer candy to his victims? Did he need help finding a puppy; did he offer old people financial success? Does he go door to door or school to school? Does he wear panty hose on his head or a really cool mask of President Reagan? I wonder how many victims, how many Columbian neck ties, how many bodies buried in the back yard? Boarding call, United Airlines flight 6850 from Boston to Pittsburgh.

Dance

Dance

I heard someone once say
“You hurt the ones you love the most”
I think the saying is untrue
I heard he came close to hurting you
I heard you asked him
“Why do you say the things you do”
I heard someone say you don’t like music no more
Don’t sing anymore
Don’t dance no more
Before you decide that music and dance has died
Guide your fingers around your hairbrush microphone
Get into the zone
Glide your feet to the beat
Don’t break bread in other’s mistakes
Treat each of your mistakes
Like handshakes
Like milkshakes
Every step you take
Earthquake
Devil’s food cake
Or Angel’s food cake
Escape with every breath you take
Every step you take
Shake your body like a heart transplant
Dance like a heart attack
Dance from your finger finger tips
To the smile on your lips
To your tippy tippy toes
Dance from the tip of your nose
To your gangsta clothes
Gangsta pose
Gangsta soul
Dance till your gangsta heart goes
Boom, boom, boom
Don’t stop till the silver spoon jumps the sugar
Moon, moon, moon
Don’t stop till the body rock
Till the body atomic drop
Till the body hip hop
Belly flop
Flip flop
Tank top
Stop
Dance

my first blog

Well, this is going to be my first attempt to blog. I am kind of excited and have many short stories and poems to publish.

Stranger

Boston is a great city. The people are nice and the city is beautiful. The food is very good. I never thought that I would feel so at home in Boston. Thank you Bostonians for such a wonderful experience. I have also downloaded some pics.

Even Money

I recently watched the film Even Money. It was boring and sad. I fell asleep twice. You would think a movie with a great ensemble cast would be good. Dialogue was stale. The ending felt hollow. The movie was about gamblers and their families. The movie gives us a view of the shady underworld of gambling and the consequences of living your life depending on the next big win. I really don't know what could have made this movie better. In the end, someone had to die so other lives can get better. That sucks!!!!!

Alicia

Johnstown

We are moving to Johnstown. My husband and I we be moving to there this summer. Ed has a new job and it is located in Johnstown. So, we went to visit the area. I was taken aback. The town is larger than I thought but it was another depressed community in western Pennsylvania. I thought that it would be a thriving community because John Murtha really tried to bring business to the area. However, I see that Allegheny County was not the only community that was devastated by the loss of steel mills.

Oh yeah, What is up with the many pizzerias? They were everywhere!!!!!!!!!! All they eat is pizza ;)

Starting anew

I recently watched a movie called "Strictly Sexual." It was nice. I liked the movie. The movie tells the story of people that let their sexual desires set the mood of their romantic relationships. We are watching two couples create relationships in two totally different ways. Friendship is the key component in this story. Two best girlfriends hook up with two best buddies. In the end we see how some relationships endure as other relationships evolve. The story is interesting and entertaining. I won't say you must see this movie but if you happen to see it or stumble on it do not ignore.

Alicia