MURDER IS BAD FOR YOU
A few days ago a neighbour of mine was murdered in his flat . I live in the same complex at Cambridge Court in Ringsend in Dublin. He was a nice quiet sort of man who I’m sure never did anyone any harm. The Garda forensic team were here today which made it all seem so very real . It’s a sobering thought to think that a man was beaten to death just a few feet away while I slept the sleep of the just. These sort of murders are commonplace now in Ireland….there seems to one every day….human life has become cheap , very cheap.
Watching all those young police officers in their white csi suits made it look like something you see on TV – and of course it was on TV – except that this time there would be no credits rolling at the end….. It was , funnily enough, all very depressing which came as something of a surprise to me. I keep thinking of the song , ” Another one bites the Dust”. I can’t get it out of my head and for the life of me I can’t remember who it’s by. – Oh , I’ve just remembered now……Queen. Strange how the mind works.
I’m sitting on my own in my flat , the radio is on in the background. On the floor beside me is an original early pressing of Live Dead by the Grateful Dead which I picked up to-day …… I like the ‘Dead . Most of them are dead now …… Most of the original DeahHeads are probably dead too….or at least close to it…………A few weeks ago Lou Reed died …….. Everyone is dying.
Meanwhile , back at the ranch , a Garda is on patrol outside the complex. It’s very cold. A thankless task. Two small bouquets of flower are stuck in the railings outside the dead mans flat — Nothing more to be said.
I still can’t get that song out of my head….