I’ve always been a mellow guy…a quiet, inquisitive “kid”. I got along with everyone and was a leader by default as opposed to by demand.
My challenges started in middle school…I didn’t do well w/rules for the sake of rules. I was suspended a couple of times but managed to survive. Also, really got into online games…preferred the first person shooter type thing. Spent a lot of time in my room in front of the computer. Things got really challenging in high school. I’m gonna be really honest…I started smoking pot as a Freshman. No pressure from my friends…just always been a curious type and wanted to try it out. I continued my online gaming. And, I was totally bored at school.
Extensive testing and evaluation revealed I was highly intelligent. Great visual/spatial skills…and ADHD. I hated school and after trying a private, alternative school and, then homeschooling, I finally just dropped out. The years that followed were marked with mood swings, obsessive thinking and general frustration with life.
Although I worked as a competent member of a construction team, I was constantly distracted and unable to focus on routine tasks. I was often commended for my analytical abilities, attention to detail and my visual/spatial aptitude. I like to troubleshoot problems and find creative solutions. However, I had no passion or enthusiasm for life itself and it became impossible for me to stay on task.
Here’s where things get a little fuzzy. I was experimenting with some other drugs…Oxycontin, cocaine, Ecstasy, mushrooms, etc. It was during this time I discovered the Bible and began my journey of reading it from cover to cover. I became obsessed with everything Biblical or pertaining to the Christian faith.
But, let me tell you what happened on Friday night, October 2nd, 2009. My mom and I had gone to dinner and a movie. We were at home and talking in my bedroom.
I can't explain it but as we talked I knew that she was the Antichrist. Some call it 'hearing voices'. But it's not like what you think. Its just that you 'know' something is the way it is. You just 'know' things. I don't like talking about the specifics...its too hard.
I strangled my mom. I dragged her outside through my bedroom door that went directly outside. I left her on the ground outside my bedroom and went for a short drive – about 5 minutes – and then came back. I was there when the paramedics came…they talked to me and asked if I knew what happened…they took mom away.
I left and went to a friend’s house (I don’t want to say who). I smoked some pot then…but I didn’t have anything to smoke before I hurt mom. The police came. I was brought to San Diego Central Jail on Saturday, October 3rd.
I don't have a lot of memories about that time. My mom came to see me and I talked with her about things. She said she would write them all down. I asked when I could get out. She said that she was working on that. I told her I would never hurt her...she was my best friend. The sickness was in control of me but I didn't know what to do. It was hard in jail. I didn't understand so many things and all the rules. I got beat up. I was scared.
I got a lawyer. He tried to explain things but it was all so confusing. I was scared and hungry and cold. I wanted to go home. He talked to me about what I did and asked if I know what I did. I told him that I did. Mom told me to tell the truth and that would be best. We went to court and the judge talked to me. There were so many people and police and everyone was looking at me. The judge asked me if I understood and I didn't want to make anyone mad so I said yes.
Later mom came to me and asked me why I plead guilty. I told her that I did hurt her and so I had to say that I did it. The lawyer said he would take care of me. Then mom told me that what I had said 'yes' to was a guilty plea and 5 to 8 years in prison. But I thought mom said she would get me out? I didn't understand what was happening to me.
In January, I was to be sentenced. However, the judge said because of the unusual circumstances and unique facts, he wanted me to be observed and evaluated by the California Department of Corrections. I was sent to the California Institution for Men in Chino, California, for 90 days. I returned to San Diego Central Jail early…I guess they had seen or heard enough. I waited there for my sentencing scheduled for June 7th…and, as you know, the judge said, “5 years”.
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