PavePusher
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"America certainly has no deficit of fast-food joints and oil-smudged parking lots. Or, for that matter, blood.
Sitting here on the curb, gazing across the sweltering asphalt at a midtown Jack in the Box, I realize that this place now has a ghost. The stain of death is probably here, too, though I'm hard-pressed to find it. Most likely, it has been scrubbed away on the anxious orders of management.
That the murder occurred at this midtown eatery was pure coincidence. It could have happened anywhere. Especially in Arizona.
But it was right here, late on the afternoon of Aug. 1, that random fragments of frustration, resentment, indignation and impulse all collided into a white-hot moment. This constellation burst into reality, and then it was gone. And in that dissipation, Benny Alvarez Casarez Jr. lay dying, next to his black Ford Mustang. He had turned 50 the month before.
The authorities are talking road rage. It's thought that the killer squeezed off multiple shots from within his Toyota Tundra before careening away.
SNIP
It is often said, with passion, that guns don't kill people; people kill people. True enough. But it is not often said that knives don't kill people. Or, for that matter, that tire irons brandished in rage don't kill people. Of course they do, when taken in hand. Yet there is something in their lack of immediacy—the absence of sudden and shocking animation—that always removes them from this argument.
With good reason. It's hard to imagine Andres Fernando Buelna allegedly killing Benny Alvarez Casarez Jr. with a knife or a tire iron from within the cab of his truck. No, that would have required brutality at close quarters—a fierce gallop across the asphalt, and a hard look in the eye.
Perhaps time enough to change the collision of possibilities. Perhaps not."
Much more at link (pretty long article):
http://www.tucsonweekly.com/tucson/the-smoking-gun/Content?oid=3151456
Sitting here on the curb, gazing across the sweltering asphalt at a midtown Jack in the Box, I realize that this place now has a ghost. The stain of death is probably here, too, though I'm hard-pressed to find it. Most likely, it has been scrubbed away on the anxious orders of management.
That the murder occurred at this midtown eatery was pure coincidence. It could have happened anywhere. Especially in Arizona.
But it was right here, late on the afternoon of Aug. 1, that random fragments of frustration, resentment, indignation and impulse all collided into a white-hot moment. This constellation burst into reality, and then it was gone. And in that dissipation, Benny Alvarez Casarez Jr. lay dying, next to his black Ford Mustang. He had turned 50 the month before.
The authorities are talking road rage. It's thought that the killer squeezed off multiple shots from within his Toyota Tundra before careening away.
SNIP
It is often said, with passion, that guns don't kill people; people kill people. True enough. But it is not often said that knives don't kill people. Or, for that matter, that tire irons brandished in rage don't kill people. Of course they do, when taken in hand. Yet there is something in their lack of immediacy—the absence of sudden and shocking animation—that always removes them from this argument.
With good reason. It's hard to imagine Andres Fernando Buelna allegedly killing Benny Alvarez Casarez Jr. with a knife or a tire iron from within the cab of his truck. No, that would have required brutality at close quarters—a fierce gallop across the asphalt, and a hard look in the eye.
Perhaps time enough to change the collision of possibilities. Perhaps not."
Much more at link (pretty long article):
http://www.tucsonweekly.com/tucson/the-smoking-gun/Content?oid=3151456
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