The lunch rush had finally winded down, therefore Patricia could finally put her station in order, and take the time to talk with her customers. This is the part of waiting on tables that she enjoyed the most, the interaction with others. Sitting at the counter were Angela and Linda deep in their gossip fest. She was pretending to refill the condiments near them, as she was pulled into the conversation these two were having.
- “It’s such a horrific tragedy! Poor girl.” said Angela. She was so pretty and young, one can never tell nowadays who is sane or not. (Sighs). He was always so polite too, who could have foreseen this end?”
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- “Maybe what he claimed is true. That he only killed her in a fit of rage, and planned to feed her corpse to his dogs.” Linda speculated.
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- “No, not true. On his table they found a plate with remains of deep fried human flesh, and condiments to season the cooked flesh. In his refrigerator, they found one hand, one leg, and the skin off an arm, also on the frying skillet; there were chunks of sauteed human flesh as well as in the cupboard. In his trash they found cooked body parts of his girlfriend, or one should say ex-girlfriend.” Angela said this as she made the motion of crossing herself.
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- “Oh my…that is crazy! And imagine; he was a poet. Now infamously known as the ‘Cannibal Poet.’ It’s said that is how he seduced women, through his poems. It’s speculated that he had killed before another girlfriend, whose body was also found mutilated. He is also credited with killing a prostitute in same fashion, when her cadaver was found near his home.”
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- “This brings a new meaning to the impassioned plea: "I want to devour you." This poet interpreted his words literally. I shudder to think what young women have to face today in the dating world; I am telling you, they don’t make them like in our time anymore. Gentlemen are almost extinct! Why, do you think men will give up their seats for me on the bus? Young men too! Once, when I said something to one who was sitting fresh as a peach, while a pregnant lady was standing, he had the audacity to retort that he was tired too.” (Eyes rolling).
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- “Well Angela, I have a horrific true story to share with you as well.
- “It’s such a horrific tragedy! Poor girl.” said Angela. She was so pretty and young, one can never tell nowadays who is sane or not. (Sighs). He was always so polite too, who could have foreseen this end?”
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- “Maybe what he claimed is true. That he only killed her in a fit of rage, and planned to feed her corpse to his dogs.” Linda speculated.
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- “No, not true. On his table they found a plate with remains of deep fried human flesh, and condiments to season the cooked flesh. In his refrigerator, they found one hand, one leg, and the skin off an arm, also on the frying skillet; there were chunks of sauteed human flesh as well as in the cupboard. In his trash they found cooked body parts of his girlfriend, or one should say ex-girlfriend.” Angela said this as she made the motion of crossing herself.
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- “Oh my…that is crazy! And imagine; he was a poet. Now infamously known as the ‘Cannibal Poet.’ It’s said that is how he seduced women, through his poems. It’s speculated that he had killed before another girlfriend, whose body was also found mutilated. He is also credited with killing a prostitute in same fashion, when her cadaver was found near his home.”
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- “This brings a new meaning to the impassioned plea: "I want to devour you." This poet interpreted his words literally. I shudder to think what young women have to face today in the dating world; I am telling you, they don’t make them like in our time anymore. Gentlemen are almost extinct! Why, do you think men will give up their seats for me on the bus? Young men too! Once, when I said something to one who was sitting fresh as a peach, while a pregnant lady was standing, he had the audacity to retort that he was tired too.” (Eyes rolling).
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- “Well Angela, I have a horrific true story to share with you as well.
A lady I met mentioned that this actually happened to a friend of her family. That family had traveled to Ensenada with their little boy. In summary, the boy got lost somehow in Tijuana, just in matter of minutes. The parents were crazed searching for their boy. While imploring the US agents to help them, the father saw his boy being carried over the shoulder of a stranger.
This man was trying to cross with the boy asleep over his shoulder on foot, through the check point in Tijuana. So they ask the man to wake the little boy up. With the father of the boy as witness, they find the boy is not asleep. His torso had been slashed vertically, and all his vital organs had been extracted. Then the body cavity was packed with drugs. It was recent too, as the body was still pliant; rigor mortis had not set in yet. True story, happened about three years ago” said Linda.
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- “Mine is too! The only difference is, the Cannibal Poet committed suicide in jail!”
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- “More coffee ladies?” Intercepted Patricia, before they got into another argument these two women who vied to outdo each other.
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- “No thank you Patty, I am watching my weight, and if I get more coffee, I must accompany that coffee cup with more pie. Don’t tempt me please. Wait! On second thought, please give me more coffee and bring more sugar substitutes. Oh, wait! On second thought, another side of apple pie…to go.” Angela ordered.
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- “Mine is too! The only difference is, the Cannibal Poet committed suicide in jail!”
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- “More coffee ladies?” Intercepted Patricia, before they got into another argument these two women who vied to outdo each other.
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- “No thank you Patty, I am watching my weight, and if I get more coffee, I must accompany that coffee cup with more pie. Don’t tempt me please. Wait! On second thought, please give me more coffee and bring more sugar substitutes. Oh, wait! On second thought, another side of apple pie…to go.” Angela ordered.
To be continued.
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Based on the true story of Jose Luis Calva – The Cannibal Poet. Source: Hoy Los Angeles/America Latina, December 12, 2007.
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Based on the true story of Jose Luis Calva – The Cannibal Poet. Source: Hoy Los Angeles/America Latina, December 12, 2007.
