Entry Seven

Present

I re-read all my previous entries last night and I’m totaling appalled as to how bad of a writer I really am. Everything is so monotone, sterile and a bit depressing at times. My writing definitely lacks soul and my grammatical skills are shite. Oh well, I knew I wasn’t going to write a classical piece of literature going into this project.

On a brighter note, today’s Friday.

On a shitty note, DNC comes to town on Monday. It’s going to be hell getting in and out of the city all week. Fucking Democrats… Oh yeah, I am a Democrat. Lucky me.

Past

His name is George Emil Banks. He worked as a prison guard at a prison in Camp Hill and came into my mother’s bar from time to time after work for a few drinks and to chat. I think my mother may have actually first met him at the prison he worked at but I can’t say for sure. I saw him in the bar a few times but I never interacted with him like my mother’s other regulars. One night, after work, my mother was giving a girlfriend a ride home with me sitting in the back seat. My mother spotted George walking alone in the dark and she pulled over to see if he needed a ride. She chatted with him a bit but he ended up declining her offer for a ride and went on his way. As soon as my mother started driving away I heard her tell her girlfriend how she never really trusted George and thought he was a bit crazy. She told her friend that he had about a half dozen kids with a half dozen women and how some of them actually lived together. She also mentioned the fact that he always seemed very strict and sexist towards women in general.

Several years later, after we moved to Charleston, SC, my mother’s girlfriend called her one day to say that George went psycho up in Wilkes-Barre and shot up a bunch of people. Turned out, George snapped after mixing some pills with alcohol (not to mention the fact that he was a bit mentally unstable to begin with) and decided one day to just shoot the fuck out of everyone. He killed a total of 13 people, including most of his girlfriends and children. He was convicted and ended up on death row. A couple of months after the conviction, he called my mother collect from prison. I’m not sure if she accepted the charges.