WHO’S AFRAID OF JOYCE CAROL OATES?

Anyone who reads or knows me knows that my life has been a bit off as late. Things have been quite difficult and confusing, actually. But, as always, I keep pushing forward. I figure there must be a point to this journey I call my life. So, one must simply carry on. I love that old Debbie Harry song, “Forced to Live” — the chorus of which is “Keep moving!” …I just keep moving forward, but it ain’t easy.

A few months ago I made the mistake of attempting to re-read an old Joyce Carol Oates novel. I couldn’t seem to concentrate or focus enough to follow what I was reading. It happens lately. Anyway, I got enough of it to remember how quietly powerful her writing is — and creepy. Creepy in a way that sneaks into your psyche and within your blood. So, I shook the words of Ms. Oates off myself and pushed them out of my mind as best I could.

Interestingly, about a week later I was sitting at the beach washing the waves. Smoking a cigarette and sipping my coffee I could sense that someone was watching me. I turned and noticed a big guy with long heavy metal-like hair sitting in a rusty carpenter’s truck. I didn’t look at him long, but it struck me that his eyebrows were particularly dark and bushy. It only took a second to notice that his eyes were trying to lock into mine.

Creepy.

So, I slipped off the sea wall and jumped into the car and drove away. I cranked up the iPod and calmed to the melodies of Joni Mitchell. As I approached a yellow light I slowed down and the rusty carpenter’s truck pulled up beside me — then revved up past me and took the place in front of me at the red light. I couldn’t help but watch. He was looking at me in his rear view mirror. The creepy dude’s cell phone must have rang because he quickly started chatting away on phone. As he talked, he began to an odd thing. It wasn’t done in a discreet or ashamed way. He did it as if it was not strange at all. He did it as if it was the most normal and natural thing any guy might do in his truck.

The creepy dude pulled off his hair. …A wig. He then rubbed his bald head vigorously. And, then, he pulled off a pair of fake eyebrows and mustache — and, then, he wiped his lips with his arm — revealing pale pink lips instead of deep red ones. He glanced at me in his rear view mirror, smiled and peeled off when the light turned red.


Now, there is something rather comical about all of this. But, to me, it is just a few slips beyond creepy.

…where am I going and where have I been?

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February 8, 2010. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , . Uncategorized.

7 Comments

  1. Urspo replied:

    I was pleased to see you posting again!

  2. Rick replied:

    That is rather freaky. What the hell would possess someone to do that?

  3. The Sagittarian replied:

    That is really weird, I mean REALLY weird. Maybe he is an axe murderer or something? Sounds like you had anarrow excape to me. So glad to see you here again, you must come visit at mine! Search out Ernie on my post, he’s uber cute! And relaxing.

  4. Tim replied:

    Yikes, that’s quite unnerving. Was he definitely a man underneath all that fake hair??

  5. brand new woo replied:

    how BIZARRE!!!!

  6. Grace replied:

    Creepy but rather surreal and beautiful. Matty, you do lead a charmed life… even if sometimes it doesn’t seem as such. I’ve been coming here, on and off, for years now, you’ve long since taken me off your blogroll, but I still listen to the CDs you sent me and wonder how you’re doing. Hello Kitty always makes me smile and think of you.

  7. anita replied:

    Hello Dear, I think that guy from the beach lives in a white van near my house. It is also rusty and the doors, and windows are curtained with some type of burlap stuff. He moves the van just often enough I guess to keep from getting a ticket. It has a license plate but God only knows how it passes inspections. This guy has a buddy that has a red, rusty van that also parks around near my house. They go places sometimes in the red van. Same deal with that van, rusty with a small portable bar-b-que thing tied to the top of it. I always worry that maybe there is someone (maybe a child) kidnapped in one of those vans. I have tried to look inside both of them but can’t. I hate to call the police just in case they are war veterans that are homeless or something like that. The world is full of strange things. Be careful sitting at the beach as I know you are. Love you much. Anita

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