Sample Chapter

Everyone is against me getting out of this
madhouse. Me! Jimmy Beningi!
The Butcher Boy by Appointment to the Holy
Family.
And I never gave the Pope a fucking free
sausage.
“What are you saying son?”
Does it matter ma? If you don’t like it
go and read some other fucking book that
suits your sensibilities, some recycled
tabloid tittle tattle, a neurotic rag, a
blunt
base scenario that conforms to your
preconceptions of a good read.
Get out of here ma! Fuck off back to the
graveyard!
Or go and lay underneath someone else’s
bed.
I am tied to mine.
“What way is that to talk to your
mother?”
You are irrelevant to me ma. What I have

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written is mine! A product of
intellectual agitation of the greatest
magnitude, that is not for sale.
“You are not right in the head shouts the
ma – he’s never been right. I knew it
the first
day I took a look at him. You will come to
a bad end so you will – end up swinging
on a rope or the boys will come along to
school and shoot you. So you behave
yourself. Act normal or else!”
I don’t give a bollox!
I am what I am and I don’t give a damn -
I’m Jimmy the Ripper man – bleed,
bleed.
You humans are nothing to me. By the time
you have read this I will be dead –
hopefully - and you humans history -a
disruptive blip in time. You are nothing
more
than what you get to eat and breathe but in
my dimension I am what I write. I can hear

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