"There she is. There she is. There's that homeless lady I see outside the library all the time!"
I was cruising around Scottsdale with Edgar, my eccentric, loyal, and well-informed friend, when he excitedly pointed out a blonde woman walking down 68th Street.
"I see her everywhere," Edgar shared. "Really?" I responded. I had to admit, there was something memorable about the friendly-looking lady.
That was May 2018. Twenty one months into what Edgar and I have dubbed the Underworld.
Since August 2016, when I quit my job, sold my car, and legally broke my lease, I've gone without a vehicle, I've driven a car with no back windows, I've lived in the living room of a lady who thought bugs crawled on her face, and I've rebuilt my life as a restaurant worker. I now rent my own 2-bedroom apartment where Edgar sleeps on the couch and a cast of Craigslist roommates have occupied the second bedroom.
I've crawled through the Underworld so I can be who I really am.
A few mornings ago, Saturday July 14, 2018 to be exact, I woke up to pee only to hear Edgar once again yell, "There she is. There she is. There's that lady!" This time he was pointing at the news on the TV screen. I put a hand over my groggy eyes. "Okay, I'll check it out later," I told him.
I woke up a few hours later to this text:
"Wow, she was murdered," I mumbled to myself.
After I went about my day, I sat down to open the link of the news article.
As soon as I saw a picture of the killer, I jumped up and hollered, "Holy shit, I know that guy! I've talked to that dude!"
I called the other people who knew him and yelled, "You know that Jadyn guy? He killed and raped a homeless woman!"
"Oh my God! I saw him on the news but couldn't remember how I knew him," one of them screamed.
I won't say how I knew the killer, but it wasn't socially or through friends. It was an obligatory relationship for a short period of time, and I knew next to nothing about him.
I haven't been able to think about anything else for the last few days. Why did someone kill this woman? Now she's gone? I'm pissed. She was part of our culture.
Why did I know of the victim and the killer? How should I interpret this? What does this mean? What is the universe trying to tell me? What should I do with this information?
Well, I can shed light on this woman. July 20 at 8 pm there'll be a vigil for Paulette Larwinski where Brown meets Main Street in Old Town Scottsdale. She was known around town for her charm and kindness. Edgar said there are rumors that when people would give her food, she'd clean the tupperware and give it back to them.
Why is doing something on your own so hard? Why is a self-made path long and windy? Because along the way, the universe introduces you to situations where you can benefit something larger than yourself.
This murderer will never rape or kill anyone again because he crossed paths with Paulette Larwinski.
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