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Chapter Eight

“Moving in stereo”

With such powerful songs as “Good times roll”, “Best friend’s girlfriend” and “Moving in stereo” it was no wonder why that was his favorite album, especially when there was a task at hand. There was a time when Cousin Murph listened to Baptist preaching while he was cleaning up, but all the fire, hell and damnation made him feel guilty. So he tried Mozart and he threw up in the middle of a clean up. The theory is the music was so beautiful and it had so much passion the act of dismemberment made Cousin Murph sick.

In a way, Mozart made him human, and you just can’t be human and do those unspeakable things.

It was to be early 80’s rock and “The Cars” meant something to Cousin Murph. The first girl that said she wanted to kiss him, and then did so, while they were listening to “Good times roll”. It was the same song playing with the first girl he drawn and quartered. Coincidentally, it was the same girl.

The best song, in Cousin Murphs opinion, was “Moving in stereo” because it explained his mind to himself. Cousin Murph moved in stereo. He was the left side all day and the right side all night. It was a simple and tangible analogy for a reasonably intelligent sociopath and it provided vindication of sorts.

It was also an analogy for supplying hard drugs to 2/3’s of Denver Public Middle Schools. That is the 7th and 8th grade, and he is shuffling pills, cocaine and weed directly into their lunch boxes.

It was quite the moral dilemma. On the one hand he is ridding society of these grotesque transient, immigrants and on the other he is hooking and killing kids with narcotics for money.

It was the balance of good and evil that Cousin Murph assumed we all strive for.

He had seen the balancing act before when he was growing up. His mother did horrific things like cigarette burns, and whippings with electrical cords. When the fit of rage passed, she would sit and hold him and tell him she loved him. The last beating came when Alden Murphy was 10 years old and it was a bad one. He was out of school for a week and that gave him ample time to make a plan. It was to look like a home invasion with his poor, defenseless mother playing the part of the victim. Alden kicked the screen door until it bent. He set the dead bolt while the door was open, and slammed it 20 or 30 times, chewing up the jam. He then wrapped a dish towel around the handle of a carving knife with no serration and sat in the living room with the lights out, and waited.

When the police arrived, Alden was sitting on the floor with his dead mother in his arms. Her throat had been cut from ear to ear, presumably by the evil intruders and there were no prints on the knife, which was found in the bedroom next to an empty jewelry box. Alden kept telling her, over and over again,

“I love you too”.

From that day on he told people his name was “Cousin Murph”. Alden Murphy curled up and coward in a hiding place in the back of Cousin Murph’s mind and stayed there forever.

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