More Nonsense From Me
Aug. 21st, 2003 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robbyAn arrest was made this morning in the murder of my work neighbor. I've heard these details as hearsay, because life is cheap, and the local media must be inundated with killings. The victim was not a pretty pregnant woman, with a devilishly handsome husband, like Laci Peterson. I hope there will be an article in the newspaper tomorrow; all of the TV stations have ignored this story. The husband of the girlfriend was arrested; his hands had traces of gunpowder residue on them, also 3 witnesses saw him near the scene.
It opens my eyes to realize that anyone of us could be killed and very little attention would be placed on our deaths. Luckily, a few people saw and heard things, and had suspicions, which the cops followed through on, and a killer seems to have been caught.
On a lighter note, I saw "Queer Eye For The Straight Man", on TV tonight. It was interesting. The five gay guys were doing over a single Italian cop that lived in Staten Island. Most straight men, including me, could pay more attention to details, and not be lazy slobs. I should dress better, have a cooler decor, cook more often. But actually and objectively, I do OK. I shave every morning, have clean clothes to wear, keep in shape. Women often smile at me at the supermarket, so I must be doing something right.
It opens my eyes to realize that anyone of us could be killed and very little attention would be placed on our deaths. Luckily, a few people saw and heard things, and had suspicions, which the cops followed through on, and a killer seems to have been caught.
On a lighter note, I saw "Queer Eye For The Straight Man", on TV tonight. It was interesting. The five gay guys were doing over a single Italian cop that lived in Staten Island. Most straight men, including me, could pay more attention to details, and not be lazy slobs. I should dress better, have a cooler decor, cook more often. But actually and objectively, I do OK. I shave every morning, have clean clothes to wear, keep in shape. Women often smile at me at the supermarket, so I must be doing something right.
