Preface

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. Buy books on: amazon.com/author/dennisdurant 
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