David Owen Brooks, one of the mass murderers of twenty-eight or more young boys, died of COVID-19 on May 28, 2020, in a Texas prison. At the time I wrote this book, I did not know he died. The book was written by way of my memories of events that happened in my life and up to the time I met David Brooks.
Just two or three days before Brooks turned himself into the Houston Police Station, he tried to lure me to a party in Pasadena, Texas, by telling me there would be lots of girls and drugs. If I would have accepted Brooks's offer, I would have died a terrible death, and my daughter would have never been born.