The whistle of the referee pierced the humid air and the two teams assembled for match instructions. The match see sawed back and forth with the final roll being awarded to the Palm Spring Spinsters. All eyes were on the ball as it rolled down the pitch knocking out a Thunderbird’s ball. The referee declared the Spinsters the winners. The Thunderbirds disagreed claiming the ball had been illegal greased. A melee ensued leaving a few with split lips, shiners and bloody noses.
An infuriated Zenon marched up to the referee and demanded another roll but was refused. Zenon pushed the referee to the ground. The referee retaliated by throwing a ball at Zenon’s head infuriated Zenon who stormed towards the referee creaming, “Revenge will be mine mommy.” The referee moved aside sticking his leg out tripping Zenon sending him crashing into the fence writhing in pain muttering “Mother” while a curious crowd of onlookers watched the spectacle. Dr. Zodiac rushed over and jabbed Zenon with some Valium who unsteadily arose.
The animosity of the Spinsters and Thunderbirds seemed to have been forgotten in a haze of cannabis smoke and as the munchies set in both teams headed into the clubhouse for pink lemonade spiked with gin and cucumber sandwiches. Dr. Zodiac spoke to Zenon and asked him if he remembered what had just happened. Zenon had no idea about his fit of anger saying, “I am sorry I acted the way you have described to me. I get upset when we lose these tight contests. “
“Come off it Zenon. I know something about your medical history. I must warn you if you do not tell me more about the attacks you have you may just find yourself in a gas chamber. For your own good you must tell me more about these violent attacks. Not only are they dangerous for you but they may be fatal to others. The worst thing about these attacks is that your mind goes blank and you may not remember what you have done.”
“Well doc these attacks I think have been happening for some time. I think they have something to do with the brutal murder of my mother which I witnessed as a young lad. By my calculations I think I have had ten or so of these attacks in the last 10 months. I wake up in the weirdest places. Once I woke up in my shower and several times in Wino Alley downtown. And you know the worst thing about these attacks is the bloody pen knife I find in my pocket. I feel that I need some treatment but after the death of my mother I had unpleasant experiences being confined to institutions so the last thing I want is to be interned again. All I want to do is live out my life and not be bothered by assholes. I feel if I submitted myself for treatment they would open a can of worms and smear it in my face.”
“You are right there. Institutionalized care rarely cures as it only aggravates existing conditions or results in overmedication stupefying the patient. I have a rather unpalatable story to tell you and sipping pink lemonade and eating cucumber sandwiches in this clubhouse is not the best place to tell you that story. Let’s go to my hotel room and have some chilled vodka and chat.”
Once comfortably ensconced in Dr. Zodiac’s suite with an ice bucket, glasses and a bottle of Tito’s Vodka Dr. Zodiac related the theory of confused oedipal revenge complex. Zenon was almost relieved suspecting as much but never having the courage to admit it. He was trembling in fear thinking Dr. Zodiac might hand him over to the authorities but Dr. Zodiac stated, “Zenon you mustn’t fear. I will not turn you in. The murders I have told about you are finished and done. If I turned you in society would be hungry for retribution and you’d get the gas chamber or life in prison. What good would that do? It would satisfy the victim’s family and a few law-and-order politicians. Society would feel avenged and life would continue as normal. What about the murderers in your American corporations that pillage, plunder, poison and contaminate in the name of free enterprise? They are heroes to the blind! Institutions will mess with your head particularly prison. You are psychologically ill and you need help but not from them. I know a group in Montreal called the United Mutations. I will pack up and drive you to your place where you can pack up and we’ll take the first Air Canada flight to Montreal out of here tomorrow.”
So off the two flew to Montreal leaving San Francisco to its smog and Rice a Roni. A gradual peace descended upon the citizens of San Francisco as the serial killings mysteriously stopped. Dr. Zodiac had done the city a great deed but for Zenon an even greater one.