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Survivor * I Pavan Postlap SarIan 1983 FOREWORD Dear Reader, Welcome to the Fostlap Sarian (Latin: After the Fall) issue of the Favan. Well, we couldn’t call it our Fall Issue could we? Anyway, once again, the Favan is proud to display the Literary and Artistic endeavors of some of Saint Peter’s College’s most talented individuals. We apologize that this issue is a little late but we hope that the delay has been worthwhile. It may seem odd to you that we titled this edition of the Pavan “SURVIVOR” and then put a picture on the cover that depicts a tragic scene where there were no survivors. But then, we dedicate this issue to not only the dead but to the living. Yes, this one is for you. This one is for the survivors because it is you who keeps alive the memoiy of those departed. Let those poor passengers on Flight 007, as well as the soldiers dying needlessly around the world, be a constant reminder of what fools we all can be. On a brighter note, we hope that you enjoy this issue of the Pavan and if you have any comments, don’t hesitate to stop by and tell us. The Pavan office is located in Dinneen, Room 231. Also, just as a reminder, the Pavan is now accepting sub missions for the Spring edition. Short stories, poetry, photo graphs, and artwork are all needed. Remember, this is your literary magazine, without you we cannot survive. THOMAS J. KOEHL Editor INDEX OF CONTRIBUTORS (Literary and Artistic) Addison, Cametra 9 Castellitto, George 1 9 Erbach, Kathy 8, 1 7 Fay, Maria 1 7 Gleason, Williams 1 8 Hambos, Anne 14-15 Hardy, Sharon 21,25 Howard, Rita Anne 5, 20 Johnson, Iris 5 Koehl, Thomas J. 26 Urn, Francis cover, 16,28 Meola, Mark 4 Mezzina, Patti 24 Moran, Jim 23, 24, 26 Moreno, Alan 10-11,13 Naranjo, Aimee 7, 20, 21 Patti 22, 23 Ramos, Irene 20, 21, 24, 25,26 Rosario, Mary 27 Serra-Badue, Daniel 6, 8, 1 2 PAVA N. .The LIterary Magazine of Saint Peter’s College POSTI.AP SARIAN Editor Tom Koehl Sr. Associate Editor Graphics Editor Jim Moran Irene Ramos Business Manager Typing Editor Debbie Borja Rosa Fuentes Editorial Assistants General Staff Aimee Naranjo Tony Durkin Francis urn Mark Meola Donna Di Corcia Judy Capron Sharon Hardy Cynthia Boutista Alan Moreno Patti Mezzina Bill Stafferd Rita Anne Howard Ty Agosta Elizabeth Varrichio Kristin Connolly Kathy Erbach SPECIAL THANKS TO: Dr. Victoria Sullivan, who although she doesn’t know it, is the main driving force behind the Magazine. Dr. John Walsh for using “Three dollar words”. Anyway, we were as set as we were ever gonna be by the time the truck stopped. What we set up was this. One of us (that was Gus — he lost the toss) would hide in one of the crates with some of the nails QALLEY SEVEN pulled out so all he’d hafta do would be to push the side and slide out. Now, so that whoever was out there Mark Meolci would think he was in a different crate, I took his jacket and nailed it up tight in another crate but havin’ it stick out the teeniest bit just so’s you’d notice it. Hopefully they wouldn’t open it too quick, or at least give Gus a chance to sneak out and get some help. I don’t know how to begin no story, especially Anyway, when the doors opened we were in this one as unbelievable as this one. I didn’t go to high big old warehouse just lined with all sorts of crates. school. Hell, it took me long enough to get through The men who opened the doors wore coveralls but damn kindergarten.. But, I know how to tell the truth there were five men in black suits pointing guns at me and that’s what I mean to do and looking like they were gonna make me swiss Me and Gus was bootleggin’ this truck over the cheese and ask questions later, until they saw I was Alabama line late one night. We never know what alone. One of the guys in black suits, who was the we’re shippin’. It could be a bunch of jumpin kanga boss I guess, wasted no time and pointed the gun at roos for all we know or care. We just take the money my temple and asked me where the other guy was, they give us and ask no questions. while his buddies searched the truck. I was scared and nearly pissed in my pants. I knew he meant busi Now usually we don’t mix business with pleasure, ness and I nearly told him the truth right then and but since it was Gus’ birthday, plus the fact of us there — never mind he was gonna kill me anyway. gettin’ paid a whole lot of money in advance, we Just then one of his buddies yelled out and pointed to stopped off at Frankie’s for a few — maybe a few too the little bit of jacket. The boss-man smiled at me and many. Anyway, we finally head out, havin’ a good ole it wasn’t too hard for me to manage this real dis time, singin’ dirty songs and tllin’ stories about wo couraged look. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one men we said we knew but really only wished we did. of the guys motion his gun towards me, meaning did But I guess all that alcohol pricked our curiosities the boss feel my life should end just yet, but he said ‘cause Gus said since it was his birthday he wanted to to hold off and they’d “do us both at the same time.” take a look to see what was makin’ us rich so he could Luckily though, they decided to move the crates out thank it personally — meaning he wanted to find out first so there’d be more room to open them up. In the what the hell we was shippin’. mean-time they locked me up in this small room off to We pulled over to the side of the road, got out the side. About 20 minutes later there was a big com and tried to open the back but it was locked. But that motion and they dragged me out. Then the boss comes wouldn’t stop old Gus. He grabbed his shotgun from over to me and stuck Mr. Gun in my head again and under the front seat and blew that lock away. We told me to tell him where Gus was or he’d blow my opened it up and inside was about six of these huge head up in 2 seconds. To tell the truth I think this crates. In no time we had a crowbar and was openin’ time I did piss in my pants a little. But just then one one of them boxes up. It took us near an hour unwrap- of the cars behind us started up and startled every pin’ whatever it was. I figured it looked like a little body. Then before you knew it, it was coming straight blimp, about 7 feet long and weighin’ about 10 tons. at us. It was that boss fearin’ for his life then and he We looked at it a little closer and noticed stuff writ~ flew just as Gus collared me and pulled me over his ten on it like letters and numbers we couldn’t under lap and rammed through the door. We took off down stand. Finally I saw something I did understand the the road and I guess those guys thought we weren’t letters U.S.S.R. worth chasm’ cause they never came after us. We just stared at each other dazed and stupid for Me and Gus talked things over and finally we de a while since our brains were still under the influence, cided we’d take it to the cops. You could tell they until the doors slammed shut behind us and the truck didn’t believe us but finally they sent somebody to started up. Then we knew we were in a shitload of check it out. But when he got there all that cop found trouble. I guess whoever was shippin’ such secret stuff was this empty warehouse. We really got chewed out was keeping an eye out to make sure nothing went and spent the night in jail for our troubles. wrong, and they sure wouldn’t be too thrilled with All this happened about a year ago. Me and Gus the two half-drunk assholes who should’ve been mind- haven’t done much bootleggin’ since then. We haven’t in’ their own business and messed everything up. told no one about it either, but I figured I’d write it Yeah, we knew we were in big trouble so we started down and let people think what they like. That’s about brainstorming for ideas — though in our case it was it I guess. Oh, yeah, I got this terrible aversion to guns more of a brain-drizzle. We thought like we never now. I swear whenever I see one my heart drops down thought before until we came up with this one likely to my balls. And I think the whole incident sorta got idea. It wasn’t genius or nothin’, but hell, what do to Gus.