Warning, this is unknown chronicles or perhaps writings from a believed man.His race is unknown.The era is still unknown but it to be believed back in the slavery time's.These writings are on going,it appears that the writer is very important in there day.Aswell as very well mannered.He seems very much distracted by the guardian or guard's.what is a true statement about the author he has very keen knowledge of what was going on although he was distressed and more. It all began when Simon was a young boy, some say it started with his anscesters.some believe it could of been super natural powers and abilities.Some folk's think it's a curse from when Simon's mother passed ,Virginia.To this day it's unknown.? Simon vowed to figure out the mysterious way his mother died or perhaps how his father Willie is still alive and living although he is in a psychiatric hospital.This novel is a great psychological thriller.Some even believe it is a real plot on today's current untold stories and more . I write these tremendous word's hoping I'm correct on my date's.I have no real clue of the day and time.Everything I write I wrote from a believed to be sane mind.It I could just find the time I'll be ok. This is my reaction to try to understand and make what's not clear or perhaps not clear a bit clear and closer to the norm folks. Today's date is November 3rd 1960 I Simon the first has now been feeling tired, sluggish and really just not the same anymore.I heard a interesting boom ! But honestly it was just my leg hitting the old wooden table I sat by in my quarantine quarters.The room is as big as the most evilest butler boy room is what they called it back in those days.Boom,! another tough knock to my darn knee's.As I was saying before I was intruded by my shaking legs.Im all covered in sweet old stinky sweat.Blue ripped cut off shorts and a lovely old stiff red sweater describes my one of two out fit's I was giving.I have been in the hole or whatever they called it, for revealing what I know to be true, to the world and my patients.I was thee best psychological doctor in my day.It was so hard to get out the army back then for a crazy doctor,is what I call it.I vowed to not only figure out why many veterans go crazy after war.But something more magical began to strike my fancy.Medication, love and really support those who really just wanted someone to talk to.As I was saying,I tend to get off track so bare with me.I have been in this cold in padded room the size really unknown to me.Mainly because they keep it so dark.All I can see is flashing Dem definitely devilish lights.I always thought I was in someone's horrible horror tale.I know I must move on. "Time for your favorite" That was one of the guys or guard. I'm still not sure because I really never get to see a face just a stupid mask and a crappie horror like voice. "Time for your favorite.simone you know I like helping others."That was whoever the crappie horror like voice often said. I must hide this journey journal.But there is no mythology way to put this "Where?" Is what I'm thinking aloud. As I stramble around this unlimited of stanky creepy whatever you call this cell, rather than room.Being that the walls were built with rocks cement or something like that.I dug a decent security stash spot.Or atleast that's what I thought I was doing. "Bring it on" I yelled. I figured I might as well as give him,her something to shout back at me. " Bring it on,you creepy freak's or whatever.one day I'll figure who's behind this morning, noon, evening bull" Boom! I hit my darn leg again if this wooden raggedy old table wasn't shackle down,boy I swear, I'll rip it off and sell it back to Satan..I apologize for going off the story line.You just don't understand what I'm going through.I pray whoever finds this reader will save those who was captured in this so call war..of psychological doctrine. The large but honestly I couldn't tell,i remember the light is flashing on off definitely very creatively creepy.whoever made this story line up has decided to plague me and the rest of my so called clever brain. The door sways open the whoever wearing a cheap creepy freak mask comes inside.stares me down as if I was to get the picture.But wait can't whoever understand they are waisting there sweaty time. He or she is about six feet tall rather on the slim side.I know this much because for some reason he reminds me of me when I was in college. " Tell me Simon what is to you that is to me to be told.? Is what the Franklin stein voice blurred. I was not to close to understanding what the hell he was talking about.I was totally not in a normal invigorating environment.I was to play cool perhaps even invite he or she to talk with.Atleast that what my training provided. " laughing,I said what the hell are you talking about? How about you sit down with me and you can explain what you are seriously trying to figure or tell me. Just like clockwork,I was drugged with two blow's to my gut....