Preface
This mostly fictionalized and fabricated story is partly set around my
own life and the life of friends of mine and relates to one person in
particular; for the sake of this work his name is ‘Don Scotsdon’. Don was born
in England and upon immigration to Sydney Australia in the early 1950’s,
at aged five, he was introduced to a new life in which he was forced to adapt
to a variety of altercations. Each stage of his development was conditioned
through encounters of inexplicable events, some beyond comprehension, and
ultimately those events resulted in unlawful and irreversible consequences.
After arriving in Australia and
following the customary settling-in period on a ‘Hostel’, his parents purchased
a humble petrol station and eatery surrounded by a spread of bush and set in
and around an isolated community. The location was remote and far removed from
the social processes of urbanization, and the few locals scattered throughout
whom resided on a handful of properties survived on bare essentials, there were
no luxuries, and personal development for most in the immediate area was
inhibited due to an embryonic territorial and social domain impeding knowledge
and individual growth. One could hypothesize this as a reason for cause and the
materialization of nefarious crimes, and immoral and corrupt actions and
reactions performed by him and his friends.
Don had a loving family who took good care of him and disciplined him
accordingly; never harshly or lacking justification, and as a child he
characterized a strong aversion to people who showed cruelty to animals or his
fellow beings. These sentiments complimented the rustic lifestyle he idolized.
It was in this place, the bush, which provided an element of childhood fantasy,
here in this setting, before adolescence, existed an uncomplicated phase of
life with little censure which allowed for undisturbed play with good friends
and his veritable smorgasbord of pets. Nearing adolescence the fancy came to an
end when his parents sold the business and moved to suburbia, the change caused
him intense sorrow and much discontent. In approximately seven years this was
the third time they moved house and he found leaving the bush, his friends and
his animals, for an area full of cluttered housing and countless people to be
distressful and lonely. Don lacked more than most in sophisticated refinement
and maturity, more pertinent, like most children his egotistical and
undeveloped brain did not relate to the constructs of the future his parents
were working so hard to consolidate, all that mattered to him was his own self,
and he wanted dearly to go back to the life he was so accustomed to in the
bush. After the move to town, because of the distance and various underlying
factors separating him from his friends, he lost their trust and intimacy; it
took consequences, and a long time to mature to realize those friends were just
part of a childhood fantasy and not his future.
Proving masculinity by performing sexual acts with girls, although
considered typical for young men, accustomed him to activity in coitus from a
very young age, and this pastime had a controlling influence in his formative
and teenage years. Sexual urges remained strong until following adolescence, at
a time when those prior trusted from diluted friendships committed a flagitious
sin against one of the girls he knew; she was raped and murdered. Following
such monstrous behaviours Don took it upon himself to lead a life consecrated
to revenge, along the way he entered a disconsolate and dark place, and while
delusively in control of his cognitive powers he paid homage to his own style
of penalty, that being, brandishing morally reprehensible punishment and
ultimately succeeding in becoming a cold hearted nemesis of the guilty who took
pride in his own ability to evade lawful capture. From here on his personal
fortitude, born from a life of psychological variances, produced an atheist
with no idolatry who displayed an insignificant conscience regarding the
callosity of events, yet he bear no malice towards the innocent and gave solace
to himself by a hypocritical pious belief he was acting as a predominant
saviour of good over evil; his act of good was killing those who were evil.
When the killings were complete it allowed freedom from the self imposing
responsibilities and vexations attributed by other people’s transgressions, and
for a short time at least he escaped the world of self abasement; it then
became uncertain if others would serve penance or some form of retributive
justice upon his soul and life was again about adapting.
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