Chapter One:

If you have bought this book instead of shoplifting it then I thank you, I will buy with the royalties an Brazilian butt and some nice wrinkle busting Botox. My name is David Parsons I’m 31 and writing this 55 days before Christmas in the year 2024, I have the server and sometimes dangerous mental illness paranoid schizophrenia but I would like to type that most people with the illness may see objects, people have a distorted view of the world their may think that their smell of shit and piss like I do but their never go on to kill or seriously harm a living thing but for me I am not going to use or blame anyone for my crime my crime is vile and I’m absolutely ashamed of my crimes. I was in my flat I was jobless and eating toothpaste and the remaining cornflakes in my box and when I finished them my two people I was seeing men in suits John and Michael told me to kill more sex workers then the Yorkshire ripper so I called a escort and she came to my flat and I without thinking hit her repeatedly over the head with a claw hammer thank fuck she is OK well she isn’t OK she is traumatized and hates the shit out for me which I totally get I have ruined her life because I have had a shit life so far but plenty of people do their live in war torn countries or get sexually abused by someone their know but like I said I’m not blaming anyone I just telling you my life story and I hope if someone is experiencing voices telling them to kill or kill themselves then please seek help its OK to seek help its not a sign of weakness it makes you strong to admit that things aren’t OK I know people who ask for help in the early stages of their illness get told their not unwell enough which boils my piss everyone in the UK get free health care and their should get 5 star service because anyone rich or poor can get the help if and when their need it.

If you feel weak or think something could be wrong you go to the hospital and you get seen it may take more then the 4 hour target but you do get seen no matter how minor it may be so why if your experiencing voices or depression or low or high in mood and you ask for help then you should get the help you need. The UK’s mental health has always been bad but since social media and COVID 19 happened peoples mental health has gotten server and its no laughing matter funding for mental health is laughable MP’s say their fund and pour more cash into mental health in the community and hospital but when I got sectioned it was always low on staff sometimes 3 staff for 17 grown men and al we did was watch shitting and wrist slashing day time TV and that was our care if we had the money to pay the great people who care for other people not for the money but because their care then we would have the best health care model in the world what’s the point getting raped in our taxes if spending on vital services is under funded its a disgrace. I will get back to my time crime and the build up of my vile evil crime later but first I am not saying I am the chosen one or have a gift in any way I wasn’t academic at school. I wasn’t a maths wiz I was just your average Joe living and working in the real world and if this book doesn’t well I will just be a another pale mental patient criminal. I am not gifted anyone will tell you that but I still to this day 31 years later nearly 32 years later I remember coming out of my mothers fishy entrance and I remember seeing the midwife’s white uniform and its still vivid in my memory to this day its like re playing a movie its strange but that is what happened and it happens when I’m not doing anything I remember coming out of my mother and the first thing I saw the white midwife uniform I am not playing with you its not an April fools its fact since this is non fiction to suppose fiction everything I type happened I am telling you my story warts and all I am not sugar coating my vile evil crime I am not playing down the fucked up and strange things I done in my childhood and teen years I am telling you them as I remember and I have a good memory so its going to be accurate so their. My father Keith Parsons who was a part time window cleaner, part time drug dealer and full time drug user so much so my dad beat my mother so badly he broke her jaw and regularly give her black eyes. My mother Shirley now works in a care home but she started life working in a pub for the local gangster Trevor fair wall. When my mother was pregnant with me my dad wasn’t to pleased to my mother having another child yes that’s right I have a brother also called Keith he is 3 years older then me and my mother being the strong, kind and caring and selfless mother refused to et rid of me it would have been the easy option to get rid of me but she was strong and wouldn’t kill what she help create so I thank her to this day even though we shout at each other and wont talk for weeks on end we always come back and we are more like friends then parent, child.

Not long after I was born my dad cheated on my mum with the next door neighbour and as soon as my mother found out being the strong interdepended women she is she walked out with me and my brother and she went back to live with her parents. My mother was so upset and angry that just after she has a a new baby and this is a time for joy and excited for the future and for a couple to bound with their new child and bound with each other he cheats on her being the violent thug he was. When I was 6 months old my mothers, mother passed away in her sleep and this was another hart ache my other had to go through she has been through so much tremor in her long and eventful life most being painful from me getting sectioned to being beat up to being cheated on to her mother dyeing and her father but he didn’t die until she was a women I was 18 when my grandad died he was a good man with a great sense of humour he didn’t have much but he had his family and that what made him happy that a pint of lager yum yum. My strong, kind, loving mother got up on her feet in search for work and she gotten a job in the social pub not to far to were I grew up and she lived its not heir no more but it was owned by local gangster and hard man Trevor Fair wall, I never saw him doing his dealings he was a gent to me always give me a drink of cola and some chocolate and he was respectful to my mother and this pub is were she met Mark Crane my mum fancied him straight away and my mothers friend Michelle also fancied Mark but Mark of course picked my mother and from me being the age of one and my mother being four my mother and him started to date and there are still together to this day.