He had the bluest eyes of a borderline serial killer,
He could memorize lyrics live,
Reciting them back after the show,
He also told me,
“Did you ever notice that you could carry a woman with your fingers like a six-pack of beer?”
David wrote reviews for Flipside Fanzine in the early 80s,
He followed Helen Jewel to us,
We had fun…
Beers, jokes and solving puzzles from beer caps.
He then called us and came by excessively,
Becoming critical and argumentative,
While insulting our friends.
Once he called at 8 pm,
I pulled the phone plug,
We got back at 2 am,
I put the phone plug back in,
He was still calling us,
ring ring, ring ring….
Then there was the dog we buried near the Whittier dam on the Rio Honda River,
Helen, Al and me…
Dave hung the white long hair mutt on our front porch,
A poor dog he just got from the animal shelter.
A few years raced by…
we never saw him.
The only person to see him was a friend Mr Joe Hudson,
He saw him down town at a horror film festival…
One day our friends Paul and Kori
Found an article in their local paper
Dave was a serial killer…
Caught in a love triangle,
He killed two women,
With a gun,
And rolled their bodies in two separate carpets,
And left them at the Beach,
He is serving two life sentences…