Crapalachia: A Biography of Place (9 page)

 

“What is this stuff,” I asked again. Bill just smiled and told me that he was psycho.

Isn’t everyone?

That’s when “Dust in the Wind” started. He turned on his CD player and sat down on his bed and listened.

He said, “You like ‘Dust in the Wind’?”

I said sure and started putting away all of my stuff that I brought with me. I tried not to think about Nathan or Ruby or graveyards.

I listened to the song:
I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment’s gone.

Then Bill went over to the scale and weighed himself.

He weighed 225 pounds.

Then he got off and weighed himself again.

He weighed 225 pounds.

Then he told me the story of the Greenbrier Ghost.

It was about this woman named Zona who suddenly died back in the 1890s. Her husband was so overcome with grief that he put a red ribbon around her neck and he buried her without letting the other women prepare the body. Weeks later her mother woke up and Zona’s ghost was at the foot of her bed. She told her mother that her husband murdered her. He killed me, Mommy. He strangled me and broke my neck.

Her mother went to the sheriff and they exhumed her body. They found her neck was broken. It was just like the ghost said.

Then Bill told me it was the only case in the history of the country where a man has been convicted of murder on the second-hand testimony of a ghost. This story didn’t cheer me up.

The song finally ended and he hit play again.
I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment’s gone.

Then he went and weighed himself again.

He weighed 225 pounds.

 

There were other things Bill did too. He washed his hands. He took a hell of a lot of showers. He washed his hands some more. He sprayed some more Lysol. He weighed himself again. He weighed 225 pounds. He told me about the Greenbrier Ghost again.

Then he played “Dust in the Wind.”

 

 

I asked him if he had to listen to the song again. He said, “I thought you liked Kansas?”

I told him I was just being nice.

He turned it off. Then he started spraying the walls down with some more Lysol. “You’ll see one day,” he said. “You’ll see.” Then he played Kansas,
I close my eyes…

 

So that night Bill told me what was wrong with him. He told me he had a condition called OCD.

 

 

A LIST OF OCD SYMPTOMS IN CASE YOU ARE A HYPOCHONDRIAC AND WONDERING IF YOU MIGHT BE SUFFERING FROM OCD:

Then he told me how it happened.

He told me how he first knew something was wrong with him when he was ten years old. He was sitting up on the counter eating a giant bag of cheeseballs. He was covered in orange cheeseball dust. It was on his hands and it was on his fingers and it was on his face. He kept eating the cheeseballs and before long he started thinking that he was turning into a cheeseball too. All of a sudden his mother and brother came into the room and he started yelling at them: “Don’t eat me. I’m a cheeseball. I’m a cheeseball.”

So he jumped off the counter and before long he started running around because he thought they were trying to eat him. Of course, this freaked them out so they chased after him thinking that something was wrong. They chased him around the house. They chased him around again.

Then they chased him around the house one more time and now Bill was screaming, “I’m a fucking cheeseball. Don’t eat me.”

 

Then he told me about the Greenbrier Ghost.

 

And then he told me it was like this with chicken of any kind too. He cleared his throat again,
eeeeghh
. He told me if he got anywhere near chicken he would start to get all sweaty trying to swallow the thing. He told me about being a kid and trying to eat chicken legs. He would chew on it and have to spit it out. He couldn’t bring himself to swallow it.

I said, “Damn.”

He said, “I thought I was possessed by the devil for a while. I knew I wasn’t in control anymore.”

He said, “Then I realized no one is in control.”

 

 

The next morning I woke up to the lyric:

I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment’s gone. All we are is dust in the wind
.

I came home the next day,
I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment’s gone.

I went to bed each night.
All we are is dust in the wind.

 

I finally said, “Would you please stop it? Seriously. Stop.”

 

He played,
I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment’s gone.

 

STOP.

 

He grunted. He checked his weight. He weighed 225 pounds.

 

STOP.

 

He grunted. He checked his weight. He weighed 225 pounds.

 

He told me about the Greenbrier Ghost.
Back in the 1890s a woman named Zona suddenly died.

 

STOP. You’re driving me nuts.

 

He played his music.

 

When he was gone one day, I hid the CD.

 

He sprayed Lysol.

 

STOP.

 

He grunted. He rubbed his hands together.

 

He told me about the Greenbrier Ghost.
It’s the only case in history where a man has been convicted based on the second-hand testimony of a ghost.

 

STOP.

 

He sprayed Lysol and rubbed his hands together. He grunted,
errghhh
.

 

Then one morning I woke up and he was gone. He told me the night before that he was going to see his grandpa.

 

I didn’t know what to do without him. I actually walked around and cleaned up. I felt a little fat. I got up on the scale and I watched the weight pop up. I weighed 196. Then I got down and rubbed my hands together.

I thought,
How much do I weigh now?

I couldn’t remember. I got back on the scale. I weighed 196 pounds. I got off. I got back on the scale. I got off. Then I went back to the closet and got out the CD. I put it in the player and pushed play. Then I started singing along, “I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment’s gone. All we are is dust in the wind.” I listened to the whole song and then I did it again.

I listened to the whole song and then I did it again.

I told myself the story of the Greenbrier Ghost.
He killed me, Mommy. He strangled me and broke my neck.
I tried not thinking about Ruby and Nathan.

I listened to the whole song and then I did it again.

I told the story.
It’s the only case in the history of the country where a man has been convicted of murder based on the second-hand testimony of a ghost.

I listened to the whole song and then I did it again.

 

I looked down at my hands and my hands weren’t my hands anymore. My hand wasn’t made of flesh anymore. My hand wasn’t even a hand anymore. I held it up and looked at it. It was orange. I said, “I’m a cheeseball. I’m a motherfucking cheeseball.” I wasn’t in control anymore.

 

I stayed up late that night and I thought about Nathan and how he died and I thought about my grandmother. I went through my wallet and looked at the funeral notice from a few months earlier.

I read:

I dreamed about Ruby and she was telling me it’s just one thing after another. Then she told me that some shit happens and then some more shit happens and then some more shit after that. There are floods, explosions, disasters, tornadoes and none of it makes any sense. It’s all just one big joke you have to laugh at.

 

 

Are you laughing?

I don’t think we had anything to do after a couple of days living together except talk. Since Bill’s mom was never around we sure as hell didn’t go to school that much. No one could make us. For some strange reason we started talking about religion.

I started giving him hell about his views of homosexuality. He repeated again that it was an abomination of God.

I told him he was just pissed because he caught his cousin taking it in the ass one day. He came home early one day from school and there was his cousin getting fucked by the next door neighbor. I told him butt-fucking usually runs in families.

Then I reminded him about his silver-dollar-size nipples and how I didn’t want him walking around with his shirt off when I was drunk because they kind of made me horny.

He grinned and just kept going on about homos being an abomination of God. Homos man, homos.

 

I asked him where he got that abomination of God thing from. He told me Leviticus. I asked him if Jesus ever said anything about homosexuality. I knew the answer was no. I told him didn’t Leviticus also say you have to keep your woman outside the tent if she was having her period? That shut him up. Then he quoted Leviticus.

I told him that as much as he quoted the Old Testament you’d think he was Jewish.

Bill was getting mad.

I kept telling him seems to me if he loved the Old Testament so much we ought to change his name to Crookshankzowitz.

I told him yeah you’re my Jewish friend Crookshankzowitz.

Bill was mad.

 

That morning I sat down at the computer and made a fake e-mail address that I could send him. The e-mail I made was called [email protected].

I sent him an e-mail that went:

 

That evening Bill sat down in front of the computer and checked his e-mail. I watched over his shoulder. He scrolled through his e-mail and started reading it. Then all of a sudden he got up from his computer and walked over to me. He was halfway grinning, but he scratched his head and said, “Jesus just e-mailed me.”

So Bill walked out of the room. I heard him praying in the other room.

I heard him praying for his grandpa and his uncles and then I heard him pray for my grandmother and me. I heard him praying for my Uncle Nathan. I heard him praying that my Uncle Nathan was in heaven. I heard him praying for a girlfriend. “I try to be a good person,” he said. “But I’m very lonely. I’d really like a girlfriend to spend some time with. I’d just like to have someone who I could talk to. I know I’m not good-looking, but I would like someone.” Then I heard him praying about his condition. He said he knew it couldn’t stop forever, but he would like for it to stop for a day. He would like the voices and anxiety inside his head to stop for a day.

An hour or so later he walked back up to me and said, “I guess you think you’re real funny, don’t you?”

I didn’t say anything.

He told me he was just pretending that I fooled him earlier.

 

It was around this time Bill started taking pictures of stuff. At first he bought the camera so he could take pictures of himself with his shirt off—flexing his muscles. And then he started taking pictures of other things.

 

He took pictures of trees.

He took pictures of flowers.

He took pictures of clouds.

He took pictures of his hands.

He took pictures of parking lots and trucks.

He took pictures of the Meadow River.

He took pictures of the sky and storms.

He took pictures of the mountains.

He took pictures of old civil war trenches.

I told Bill to take pictures of the dogshit outside the stray dogs were leaving all over the place but he refused.

Oh come on, Bill.

We watched the stray dog crapping outside the apartment. I begged him, please.

He still refused.

 

 

The next morning he was going on about the gays again and how it was an abomination of God. He went on about evolution and how he didn’t come from a monkey. I tried to correct him and say Darwin didn’t say that. He said we came from a common ancestor. He told me he didn’t care. He told me it was an abomination of God and that there would be a lake of fire to burn it all.