Hot Pink Bob.......

November 8- Bob noticed the price of chicken
‘breasts, snickered, grinned to himself, and walked out of
the grocery store into late afternoon sun. The light at
dusk always made him melancholy, it reminded him of
old nicotine-stained photographs. The coast mountains
wore collars of smog today, and were suffering a bad
case of ring around the collar. Around him people were
busy finishing work for the day, heading home, and
doing their grocery shopping. He stopped to actually
look at the way people were interacting with each other,
the gestures that told the whole story, and the general
hum of superfluous conversation. He headed up the hill,
homeward bound. The words "The" and "Army" had
burnt out on the Salvation Army neon sign affixed to
the building across the street, leaving only the glowing
"Salvation". An overwhelming sense of stillness came
over him. Everything was going to be all right.

Friday November 17, update no. 1- The alleged
suspect, a one Bob Castinetta, caucasian, mid thirties,
brown hair, app. 5'10". Suspect has a regular routine
that he follows. Corporal Cadaver and myself noted
that he leaves for work at aproximately 8 a.m. and
returns at somewhere near 6 p.m. . It should be noted
that on Friday he brought home a case of beer, a twelve
pack of Canterbury Logger Lager. This is the only parcel
we have seen him bring in, besides the occasional small
bag of groceries. The television is used very little, rarely
have we seen the electric blue pulsating flashes punctu-
ating the otherwise dark house, where all activity seems
to end at approximately 1 a.m. An as yet unidentified
woman has been seen entering the same premises. We
will continue to make inquiries as to her identity. She
entered on Wednesday and Thursday evenings and left
the following mornings at approximately 7:30 a.m..

Surveillance will be continued and this report
updated next Friday.

Friday November 17- His work over
for the week, Bob left behind his job at the
PIK-EE Toothpick- Carving Company for
another week. Monday would see his
return, as a growing world always needs

quality toothpicks. A case of cold
Canterbury was nestled under his left
arm, he looked forward to the weekend
ahead that promised to
have him rested for
another week of work. As

he stopped to pick his mail out of his mailbox (making sure to reach his hand down to the bottom of the box for
undersize letters), he knelt down and petted the neighbor's cat Scrunch-oe (so named because of its deformed ‘face,
the result of the kids that lived downstairs drugging the mother with L.S.D. and rolling her down the hill in garbage
cans for months before she got knocked up.) Fitting of its deformed face, the cat had an out of whack meow that
sounded more like "mee-ouf", halfway between a bark and a meow. The cat was something of a watch-cat.- Bob
never saw it anywhere except the front steps of the apartment block, tail methodically twitching back and forth.
These were the same steps that had been re-painted only once since they were new. The new paint had worn away
and the old paint showed through in the high traffic areas . The steps had originally, some fifty -odd years ago, been
painted a bright red, a possible indicator of a whore house. He used to lie in bed and wonder how many other peo-
ple, if any, had stared up at the same textured ceiling in post-coital bliss. The ceiling reminded him of a hovering
bowl of Cool-Whip. It was all very soothing.

Bob planned to put a new T-5 5 speed transmission in his ‘66 Ford Mustang Fastback with his best friend
Ted. This would allow him to replace the tired old C-4 automatic. Maybe he would get together with the guys for
some fast paced ‘Go Fish’ action tomorrow night. Sunday evening he planned to spend with Cordelia.

Ahhhhh, Cordelia; the mere mention of her name filled the room with the sweet smell of daffodils, bubble-
gum, shampoo and other girlie smells. He drifted off for a second to a pink and fluffy palace in the sky, to a master
bedroom with a revolving circular bed, and a heart shaped bathtub filled with milk. Beside it, Cordelia lay on her
stomach on a hot pink bear rug, twirling her pink locks with her left index finger, a towel barely covering her lush
buttocks. Blush champagne was chilling in ice and Herb Albert was on the hi-fi. As for tonight, he would spend the
evening alone with his PC and some good coffee, and get some work done on his epic novel, Drag Race of The
Gods: Olympia and Top Fuel. As he drew the chartreuse curtains that evening he noticed that there was a pick-up
truck on the avenue with a camper on it. " Funny neighborhood to camp out in, and | don’t recall seeing it before,
maybe they're visiting relatives!" Bob made himself dinner, this time experimenting with tenderizing the meat with
kiwi fruit, as his father used to do, but it sure didn't soften up the meat too much. He drank two beers, taking time :
to taste the golden nectar before it was swallowed and making each mouthful a small one so as to garnish as much
enjoyment as possible from each bottle. He then set to work on the new chapter Big Daddy Zeus vs. The Mopar
Muscle .

He used to lie in bed and wonder how many other
people, if any, had stared up at the same
textured ceiling in post-coital bliss.

" As plain as vanilla ice cream..." was what the little shits had said when he passed them in the hallway on
occassion, usually after he had returned from work and they had just woken up from a long night of partying. He
was sure to see them on the 15th and last day of the month almost mugging the mail-lady for the next welfare
check. Aaaaahhhh, Gert, the mail-lady; she knew him by name, and if he had any urgent.mail she used to deliver it
to him at work, what a sweetheart. Well, the $150 it cost him ( split three ways between him and his other two
neighbors) -was well .worth it to’ rent. the downstairs suite, the apartments would be a great deal at twice the price,
and he could work a few hours overtime to make up the difference. It was the best thing he had done since shav-
ing off his afro.

Wednesday November 22nd- The blood hit the white arborite counter top that was adorned with blue stars

_ and gold flecks. It ran down the lacerations inflicted from years of careless occupants not using cutting boards.

He had meat for dinner tonight; again. He tried barbecuing it, soaking it in lemon juice and herbs, it always
ended up tasting kinda like chicken. Ted and his friend Chuck liked it, and he needed the nourishment after such a
long ride. They washed down the evening with a few beers and some bullshit.

Friday December:1- Week-end report. The suspect worked on his car again this weekend
with his friend who we have now identified as a one Ted Sphvoy, no known record aside from one
reckless driving charge for drag racing back in September,1989. The woman who we have identi-
fied as Cordelia Armond spent the night on Sunday. Silhouettes would lead us to believe that

these two are indeed lovers. The confines of this trailer are somewhat limiting to view and we hope
to see some evidence that he had something to do with the demise of the four victims that formerly
lived below him. As of yet no one has looked at or moved into the suite below him. My. partner and |
enquired about renting the lower suite, posing as a gay couple, and going by the names of Bubbles Shapiro and

Mike Spunky. We were informed that the suite was being rented by an anonymous renter who lived out of town. As
long as the house manager got his rent in cash by the first of the month he could care less who rented the apart-
ses Jokingly he mentioned that "...this was the best renter yet, as he didn't even complain about the stains on the:
wall ...", as if :
Hot Pink Bob......

November 8- Bob noticed the price of chicken __he stopped to pick his mail out of his mailbox (making sure to reach his hand down to the bottom of the box for
“breasts, snickered, grinned to himself, and walked out of _ undersize letters), he knelt down and petted the neighbor's cat Scrunch-oe (so named because of its deformed face,
the grocery store into late afternoon sun. The light at _the result of the kids that lived downstairs drugging the mother with L.S.D. and rolling her down the hill in garbage

dusk always made him melancholy, it reminded him of cans for months before she got knocked up.) Fitting of its deformed face, the cat had an out of whack meow that
old nicotine-stained photographs. The coast mountains sounded more like “mee-ouf", halfway between a bark and a meow. The cat was something of a watch-cat.-Bob

wore collars of smog today, and were suffering abad _never saw it anywhere except the front steps of the apartment block, tail methodically twitching back and forth.
case of ring around the collar. Around him people were These were the same steps that had been re-painted only once since they were new. The new paint had worn away
busy finishing work for the day, heading home, and and the old paint showed through in the high traffic areas . The steps had originally, some fifty -odd years ago, been

doing their grocery shopping. He stopped to actually _painted a bright red, a possible indicator of a whore house. He used to lie in bed and wonder how many other peo-
look at the way people were interacting with each other, _ ple, if any, had stared up at the same textured ceiling in post-coital bliss. The ceiling reminded him of a hovering

the gestures that told the whole story, and the general bowl of Cool-Whip. It was all very soothing.

hum of superfluous conversation. He headed up the hill, Bob planned to put a new T-5 5 speed transmission in his ‘66 Ford Mustang Fastback with his best friend
homeward bound. The words "The" and "Army" had Ted. This would allow him to replace the tired old C-4 automatic. Maybe he would get together with the guys for
burnt out on the Salvation Army neon sign affixed to some fast paced ‘Go Fish’ action tomorrow night. Sunday evening he planned to spend with Cordelia.

the building across the street, leaving only the glowing ‘Ahhhhh, Cordelia; the mere mention of her name filled the room with the sweet smell of daffodils, bubble-
“Salvation”. An overwhelming sense of stillness came gum, shampoo and other girlie smells. He drifted off for a second to a pink and fluffy palace in the sky, to a master
over him. Everything was going to be all right. bedroom with a revolving circular bed, and a heart shaped bathtub filled with milk. Beside it, Cordelia lay on her

stomach on a hot pink bear rug, twirling her pink locks with her left index finger, a towel barely covering her lush
Friday November 17, update no. 1- The alleged buttocks. Blush champagne was chilling in ice and Herb Albert was on the hi-fi. As for tonight, he would spend the
suspect, a one Bob Castinetta, caucasian, mid thirties, evening alone with his PC and some good coffee, and get some work done on his epic novel, Drag Race of The
brown hair, app. 5'10". Suspect has a regular routine. Gods: Olympia and Top Fuel. As he drew the chartreuse curtains that evening he noticed that there was a pick-up
that he follows. Corporal Cadaver and myself noted truck on the avenue with a camper on it. " Funny neighborhood to camp out in, and | don’t recall seeing it before,
that he leaves for work at aproximately 8 a.m. and maybe they're visiting relatives!" Bob made himself dinner, this time experimenting with tenderizing the meat with
returns at somewhere near 6 p.m... Itshould be noted __kiwi fruit, as his father used to do, but it sure didn’t soften up the meat too much. He drank two beers, taking time
that on Friday he brought home a case of beer, a twelve to taste the golden nectar before it was swallowed and making each mouthful a small one so as to garnish as much
pack of Canterbury Logger Lager. This is the only parcel enjoyment as possible from each bottle. He then set to work on the new chapter Big Daddy Zeus vs. The Mopar
we have seen him bring in, besides the occasional small Muscle
bag of groceries. The television is used very little, rarely

have we seen the electric blue pulsating flashes punctu- He used to lie in bed and wonder how m any other

ating the otherwise dark house, where all activity seems

to end at approximately 1 a.m. An as yet unidentified people, if any, had stared up at the same

woman has been seen entering the same premises. We
will continue to make inquiries as to her identity. She ili i coi H
entered on Wednesday and Thursday evenings and left textured ceiling in post Coital bliss.
the following mornings at approximately 7:30 a.m.
Surveillance will be continued and this report * As plain as vanilla ice cream..." was what the litle shits had said when he passed them in the hallway on
updated next Friday. occassion, usually after he had returned from work and they had just woken up from a long night of partying. He
Friday November 17- His work over was sure to see them on the 15th and last day of the month almost mugging the mail-lady for the next welfare
for the week, Bob left behind his job at the check. Aaadahhhh, Gert, the mail-lady; she knew him by name, and if he had any urgent mail she used to deliver it
PIK-EE Toothpick- Carving Company for to him at work, what a sweetheart. Well, the $150 it cost him ( split three ways between him and his other two
another week, Monday would see his neighbors) was well worth it to rent the downstairs suite, the apartments would be a great deal at twice the price,
retum, as a growing world always needs _and he could work a few hours overtime to make up the difference. It was the best thing he had done since _shav-
quality toothpicks. A case of cold ing off his afro.
Canterbury was nestled under his left
arm, he looked forward to the weekend Wednesday November 22nd- The blood hit the white arborite counter top that was adorned with blue stars
ahead that promised to _and gold flecks. It ran down the lacerations inflicted from years of careless occupants not using cutting boards.
have him rested for He had meat for dinner tonight; again. He tried barbecuing it, soaking it in lemon juice and herbs, it always
another week of work. As ended up tasting kinda like chicken. Ted and his friend Chuck liked it, and he needed the nourishment after such a
long ride. They washed down the evening with a few beers and some bullshit

Friday December 1~ Week-end report. The suspect worked on his car again this weekend

with his friend who we have now identified as a one Ted Sphvoy, no known record aside from one

reckless driving charge for drag racing back in September,1989. The woman who we have identi-

fied as Cordelia Armond spent the night on Sunday. Silhouettes would lead us to believe that
these two are indeed lovers. The confines of this trailer are somewhat limiting to view and we hope
to see some evidence that he had something to do with the demise of the four victims that formerly
lived below him. As of yet no one has looked at or moved into the suite below him, My partner and |
enquired about renting the lower suite, posing as a gay couple, and going by the names of Bubbles Shapiro and
‘Mike Spunky. We were informed that the suite was being rented by an anonymous renter who lived out of town. As
long as the house manager got his rent in cash by the first of the month he could care less who rented the apart-
ment. Jokingly he mentioned that "...this was the best renter yet, as he didn’t even complain about the stains on the
wall..", as if