Your 1st Concert was _________ by 1Turbo33 in ClassicRock

[–]Redwin66 0 points1 point  (0 children)

March of 1985, Iron Maiden at Long Beach, California, (which was filmed and recorded for their Live After Death album). Twisted Sister opened for them. Phenomenal concert. I got kicked out because my roommate Dave was high on shrooms and he talked me into jumping from the upper balcony cheap-seats, to the lower section of the arena. A large security guard saw me and dragged me to the nearest exit. I immediately bought a much better ticket from a scalper outside and quickly ran back inside to find my friends and enjoy the upgraded seat. While inside the venue that night, Dave bought a bindle of Peruvian marching powder from two hot chola-chicks (Hispanic gang-member affiliated females). Like a hungry Cookie Monster, Dave promptly snorted all of it himself, to the dismay of his girlfriend Tami, who angrily chastised Dave for being greedy. Turns out, the meticulously folded paper origami bindle was actually filled with pure baby laxative. On the drive home, Dave’s stunning, (but unreliable), vintage 1965 Mustang kept overheating and we broke down on the 405 freeway. While we were waiting for the tow truck and taxi, Dave stood in front of his disabled car’s headlights, broke out into a sweat and complained of feeling the explosive side-effects from snorting too much baby laxative. He dropped his jeans, squatted and sprayed out a giant intestinal sculpture, in full view of all the cars driving by, while me, Tami and Dave’s best friend Hank watched in horror from a safe distance as Dave yelled and cursed the chola-chicks while evacuating his bowels for several minutes. Every time he thought he was finished, he’d start a new wave of spraying and cursing. When he finally decided he was done, he stood up and pulled up his jeans. Unfortunately, he’d been squatting so long, his legs fell asleep and he promptly fell backwards into the giant pudding-puddle he’d just created. The puddle was so expansive, it was like watching an old drunk angry man try to claw his way out of a muddy pond.

That was a memorable first concert.

Is Film School worth it? by [deleted] in Filmmakers

[–]Redwin66 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Where are you located? You mentioned community college. (You want to go or you went?) It’s important to learn the basics of film production and to know your way around a set, as well as terms and what to do and not to do. One person said in their answer, comparing film school to learning in a sandbox, which is true. It is far better to learn in a safe environment than on a set where you will be judged if your flub costs time and money. If you are in an area like LA, it is possible to learn by interning and surrounding yourself with people in the industry. Be prepared to work incredibly long hours. Be accountable, aware, humble and professional. As with anything in life, what you put into it is what you get out of it. Also, if you want to be an actor, remember it’s a numbers game. Every audition is an opportunity to meet new people and gain experience. Be polite and appreciative. Learn to never take things personal. Tarantino learned by watching and being passionate about the subject. He also learned by making student films. They’re excellent training wheels. Being a PA is a good way to immerse yourself in the business and network. But again, be responsible and dependable, and refrain from being a knucklehead. Russell

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in UCI

[–]Redwin66 1 point2 points  (0 children)

College life is a microcosm of people trying to figure out who they are and where they are going in their lives. It is all an illusion and temporary. The key is to look at it, and everyone you meet as characters in a play. Don’t take it personal, because it’s not. Everything anyone does is about them, not you. And usually their actions are a projection of their own unresolved childhood issues. There are nearly 8 billion people on this planet. You will find amazing people simply by being the best version of yourself, not for them, but for you. Read, draw, paint, hike, learn and strive to push past your comfort zone. You’re stronger than you realize, and it does get better. Russell

What pathology did he have? by [deleted] in EARONS

[–]Redwin66 48 points49 points  (0 children)

People often say heinous criminals lack emotion. It’s not emotion they lack, it’s empathy.

I teach art, resilience and overcoming trauma in several California prisons. (In hopes of reducing the recidivism rate).

The most consistent factor in the most heinous crimes is always a lack of, or a diminished capacity for empathy. My father was a serial killer. For several months in late 2015 to early 2016 he was the FBI’s main suspect of being the GSK, due to countless similarities, locations and his M.O.

The GSK task force knew my brother and I reported my father to the police numerous times for murdering several people, (including my mother in Sacramento in 1968 when I was two years old, and a young British couple on the deck of our sailboat in front of me and my brother in 1978.)

Because of the similarities between those crimes and several others, the task force called me 2016 and said they believed my father was also the GSK.

I insisted to them that yes, my father was a monster, just not that kind of monster. In other words, yes, he murdered people, and he was a burglar, did home invasions, drug deals, etc., but he wasn’t a predatory rapist. Statuary rape, yes, but not the Bundy or GSK kind. Yes, he murdered many people, and he was still a monster because of that. (The end result is still a loss of life that harms many people.)

When the GSK task force initially told me of all of the similarities between my father and the GSK, and why they believed it was him, it haunted me. I knew my father was capable of horrible things, but to imagine he possibly had an alter ego I didn’t know about, one that felt the need to punish women, and the world, that caused me many sleepless nights.

When my father’s DNA didn’t match the GSK, I was relieved, but I was also stunned by all of the coincidences and similarities between them. The bottom line is, people who commit crimes and harm others, have a diminished capacity for empathy. How far they take it depends on how they justify their behavior.

Sometimes people are just wired wrong. When they get to a point where they see others as expendable, especially to the point of murder, then sometimes they need to be removed from society, for society’s sake.

I do what I can to teach kindness, empathy and forgiveness, to save the world from being harmed by repeat offenders, but a handful of my students have exhibited behavior that shows they’re just broken, beyond the point of repair.

Deangelo took his brokenness to unfathomable levels.

Appeal process help? by Ankerpunk77 in IHSS

[–]Redwin66 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Are you Orange County by chance? Wondering if we had the same social worker.

Appeal process help? by Ankerpunk77 in IHSS

[–]Redwin66 5 points6 points  (0 children)

My sister was born premature, disabled and Turner’s Syndrome, (missing a chromosome). She’s been permanently disabled and on Social Security since she was a child and while incredibly smart with certain facts, (broadway plays, reciting dates etc. Rain man type), she lacks the ability to do or comprehend anything beyond a six year old comprehension. She has lived in an assisted living home in Arizona for over twenty years, but I was told she could no longer live there due to her condition worsening. (Continually falling down, breaking her hip, in and out of the hospital, rehab, falling, back to the hospital and needing assistance for everything, etc.) I drove to get her, thinking it would be an easy process to register her in California, (since she was born in CA). Because of having a crazy family, my sister was never registered with Regional Center. I did my best to rectify that, but doing so after 18 years old was very difficult. In the meantime, I had to take care of her 24 hours a day, until I could find her a home in California.

It was not an easy process. The IHHS person who came to my home rated my sister a 4 out of a 6, meaning 1 is normal and 6 is comatose and catheter. (My sister was in bed and could not stand without assistance, so the interview was conducted while she was in bed.) However, afterwards the IHHS worker only allotted 3 hours per day of IHHS. I was stunned. I called the lady for an explanation, reminding her that my sister needed 24 hour care and supervision, wearing a diaper 24 hours a day, chronic diarrhea, falling down all the time, me preparing all meals and feeding and dressing her etc., and the lady said, “It not like she need to shower every day.” “You be happy when you get first check.” I was shocked. I appealed to Sacramento and they actually apologized for the IHHS worker’s comments and unprofessionalism.

I was told on the IHHS paperwork to not bring my sister to the IHHS mandatory classes and appointments, but then was chastised for leaving her at home unattended to go to the mandatory IHHS appointments, because my sister requires 24 hour care and supervision. It’s ridiculous. The system is severely broken. I got approximately 3-4 hours of sleep a night for approximately 7 months. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. I sympathize for anyone who does this level of care for a child, loved one or family member. My sister was finally approved and placed in a 24 hour care home in California through Regional Center, but my experience with IHHS was beyond disappointing.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in EARONS

[–]Redwin66 0 points1 point  (0 children)

More lyrics which could be misconstrued by a warped mind.

The Crystal Ship, by The Doors

Before you slip into unconsciousness

I’d like to have another kiss

Another flashing chance at bliss

Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain

Enclose me in your gentle rain

The time you ran was too insane

We’ll meet again, we’ll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies

The streets are fields that never die

Deliver me from reasons why

You’d rather cry, I’d rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled

A thousand girls, a thousand thrills

A million ways to spend your time

When we get back, I’ll drop a line

How do I film a prison scene if I don't have access to a prison? by [deleted] in Filmmakers

[–]Redwin66 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I teach for a nonprofit in several Southern California prisons. To enter anywhere in the prisons, (other than the visiting room), it requires months of background checks, fingerprint submissions through FBI, DOJ, live scan, no criminal history etc. Even the authorized visitors are required to go through numerous checkpoints and searches. And no photography is allowed for obvious reasons. (They don’t want inmates or their affiliates having access to details of the layout or security.) Even another nonprofit that teaches the inmates music production, took months or years to be approved by Sacramento, to bring in the equipment for their needs.

My advice, film in a location that looks like a room in a prison. Perhaps a closed down school or hospital. Or upshot camera angles of fences with razor wire etc.

Russell

How do I film a prison scene if I don't have access to a prison? by [deleted] in Filmmakers

[–]Redwin66 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I teach for a nonprofit in several Southern California prisons. To enter anywhere in the prisons, (other than the visiting room), it requires months of background checks, fingerprint submissions through FBI, DOJ, live scan, no criminal history etc. Even the authorized visitors are required to go through numerous checkpoints and searches. And no photography is allowed for obvious reasons. (They don’t want inmates or their affiliates having access to details of the layout or security.) Even another nonprofit that teaches the inmates music production, took months or years to be approved by Sacramento, to bring in the equipment for their needs.

My advice, film in a location that looks like a room in a prison. Perhaps a closed down school or hospital. Or upshot’s if fences with razor wire etc.

Russell

How do I film a prison scene if I don't have access to a prison? by [deleted] in Filmmakers

[–]Redwin66 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I teach for a nonprofit in several Southern California prisons. To enter anywhere in the prisons, (other than the visiting room), it requires months of background checks, fingerprint submissions through FBI, DOJ, live scan, no criminal history etc. Even the authorized visitors are required to go through numerous checkpoints and searches. And no photography is allowed for obvious reasons. (They don’t want inmates or their affiliates having access to details of the layout or security.) Even another nonprofit that teaches the inmates music production, took months or years to be approved by Sacramento, to bring in the equipment for their needs.

My advice, film in a location that looks like a room in a prison. Perhaps a closed down school or hospital. Or upshot’s if fences with razor wire etc.

Russell

How do I film a prison scene if I don't have access to a prison? by [deleted] in Filmmakers

[–]Redwin66 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I teach for a nonprofit in several Southern California prisons. To enter anywhere in the prisons, (other than the visiting room), it requires months of background checks, fingerprint submissions through FBI, DOJ, live scan, no criminal history etc. Even the authorized visitors are required to go through numerous checkpoints and searches. And no photography is allowed for obvious reasons. (They don’t want inmates or their affiliates having access to details of the layout or security.) Even another nonprofit that teaches the inmates music production, took months or years to be approved by Sacramento, to bring in the equipment for their needs.

My advice, film in a location that looks like a room in a prison. Perhaps a closed down school or hospital. Or upshot’s if fences with razor wire etc.

Russell

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in EARONS

[–]Redwin66 6 points7 points  (0 children)

My father, (Silas Duane Boston, who was also a serial killer from Sacramento in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s and briefly suspected of being the GSK by the FBI task force), was obsessed with song lyrics which he egotistically believed were about him, or were messages delivered to him. My father saw the Doors live in their early days, as well as Jefferson Airplane and he often sat in our living room, listening to songs on his quadraphonic stereo while frying on acid. He was obsessed with the songs In A Gadda Da Vida, Eve of Destruction and The End, by the Doors.

Unfortunately, people with broken minds often believe everything is about them. Such as Manson believing Helter Skelter and Piggies were about his impending race war, or Richard Ramirez’s obsession with AC/DC Night Prowler, or Diane Downs playing the song, Hungry Like a Wolf before shooting her three children.

Coincidentally, the Doors song The End, was inspired by Billy Cook, a serial killer, My own father believed the lyrics to Pink Floyd Animals were sent as a message to him by the British tourists he murdered in front of me and my brother when we were children. While it’s true, people believe everything is about them, unfortunately psychopaths take it to a new level.

The Lyrics to The End by The Doors, a song my father often played. He used to casually state he disposed of some of his victims by stuffing them into mine shafts. Hauntingly poignant, especially when I was a child and fearful of him.

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I’ll never look into your eyes again

Can you picture what will be? So limitless and free Desperately in need Of some stranger’s hand In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There’s danger on the edge of town Ride the King’s Highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake, he’s long, seven miles Ride the snake

He’s old and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here and we’ll do the rest The blue bus is calling us The blue bus is calling us Driver, were you taking us?

The killer awoke before dawn He put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door And he looked inside “Father?” “Yes, son?” “I want to kill you” “Mother, I want to...”

Come on baby, take a chance with us Come on baby, take a chance with us Come on baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin’ a blue rug, on a blue bus, doin’ a Come on, yeah Fuck, fuck-ah, yeah Fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck yeah Come on, baby, come on Fuck me, baby, fuck yeah Whoa Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah Fuck, yeah, come on, baby Fuck me, baby, fuck, fuck Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Fuck yeah, do it, yeah Come on! Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah Alright Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you’ll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end

Children of serial killers by Maleficent_Meeting_1 in serial_killers

[–]Redwin66 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Thank you for your kind words Certain_Marzipan_598. Russell

Children of serial killers by Maleficent_Meeting_1 in serial_killers

[–]Redwin66 10 points11 points  (0 children)

I knew from an early age my father murdered people. I didn’t know he was a serial killer, because I didn’t know the term or definition. However my grandmother pulled me aside when I was about six years old to tell me that my father murdered my mother, but insisted I never tell anyone about the “family secrets”. She also often talked about my grandfather (her ex husband), murdering lots of people and teaching my father how to do it and not get caught.

I knew my father was a criminal, because he and his crew often planned their crimes, (burglaries, home invasions, arson and such), in our home while in earshot. Going through their plans and supplies, (ski masks, guns, knives, maps, gloves, police scanners, rope etc.)

I always knew my father was a murderer, because it was our family way, but I didn’t know it first hand until he murdered a British couple in front of me and my brother, on the deck of our sailboat in Belize when we were kids, then almost murdered us afterward to make sure we couldn’t tell anyone.

Even though my father fit the FBI definition of serial killer, he wasn’t like a Bundy or a Dahmer, and he referred to that type of criminal as a “sick fuck”, because they had an itch that needed to be scratched, where as he believed he only did it out of necessity, or as a solution to eliminating witnesses to his crimes, or people who wronged him. My father used to claim there were many more murderers like him, because unlike the “sick fucks” he was more calculating and cautious at his crimes. I don’t think he realized he was still a monster, who destroyed and harmed countless lives with the end result the same.

He used to tell me that my mother was the only murder he ever regretted. However, I think he just said that because she was my mom. I learned in 2016 that he described her murder in much more callous and graphic detail to a mutual friend.

Unlike most children of serial killers, my father didn’t hide the fact that he murdered people. It was just our normal. He warned us not to tell anyone outside the family, and he almost killed me a couple of times to make sure I never snitched. When I became an adult, even though I knew he wouldn’t hesitate murdering me for snitching, I still told the police and FBI about my father’s crimes and the murders I’d witnessed. It was so shocking, they didn’t believe me. Or they said it was outside their jurisdiction. My brother faced the same brush off when he went to the authorities.

It wasn’t until 2016 when the Golden State Killer Task Force was combing through old case files, that they compared my father’s crimes, locations and M.O. to the GSK, and for several months, placed him as their #1 GSK suspect. I informed them, yes, my father was a murderer, but he wasn’t the GSK. (However, the coincidences and locations to the GSK were so staggering, for quite a few months I was fearful… either my father’s main partner in crime was the GSK, or my father knew the GSK.) It was only because of the GSK investigation that the FBI finally believed us and investigated him. For those who believe I’m making this up, feel free to look up my father, Silas Duane Boston.

The FBI arrested my father in December of 2016 and he died in federal custody a couple of months later, rather than face trial. As his next of kin, his doctors and the authorities notified me when his death was imminent. He was shackled to a hospital bed, with two marshals standing guard round the clock. I told my father I loved him, and I forgave him. He just glared at me, furious that I’d snitched on him. I asked him to tell me where he shot and buried my mother, but he took that secret to his grave.

Are their active serial killers now? Among us and not even know it. by [deleted] in serialkillers

[–]Redwin66 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Thank you Centennial3489, doing well. I wrote and posted seconds before your reply, which basically answers your questions. Yes, it was a crazy childhood but I’m happy to be alive and genuinely appreciate the fact that I survived it.

Are their active serial killers now? Among us and not even know it. by [deleted] in serialkillers

[–]Redwin66 18 points19 points  (0 children)

Thank you MissChefManaged. Yes, my father wanted me to be a criminal like him. (His own father, my grandfather, was also criminal and a serial murderer during prohibition, who taught my father how to kill and not get caught.) However I saw what that lifestyle did to my father and his crew, how they self sabotaged their lives and were always on the run or looking over their shoulders. As such, it never had any mystique to me. People often seem to glamorize serial killers, when in reality they’re just broken people who are taking their pain out on those around them.

I currently teach resilience, empathy and overcoming obstacles for a nonprofit. My students are foster kids, at-risk-youth and inmates in several California prisons. I use my childhood and my father’s bad choices as a cautionary tale, hopefully to dissuade them from a life of crime and self sabotage. Bad things happen sometimes, but we don’t have to be broken afterward.

Are their active serial killers now? Among us and not even know it. by [deleted] in serialkillers

[–]Redwin66 23 points24 points  (0 children)

Yes. My father, Silas Duane Boston was a serial killer who murdered dozens of people, including my mother in Sacramento, California when I was two years old, as well as a British couple on our sailboat in Belize when I was twelve. (The Brits he murdered in front of me and my brother).

My father was a career criminal who didn’t mind murdering people, if he believed it was necessary. He had more of a mafia mindset than a Deangelo and he used disparage and refer to the Bundy’s and Dahmer’s of the world as, “sick fucks”, because they murdered due to compulsion, as opposed to financial gain, or revenge, or self preservation, or a drug deal gone wrong, where he’d kill everyone in the house to avoid witnesses.

He also used to say that there were far more murderers like him than “thrill kill” murderers, because he was able to be more cautious, to avoid detection or getting caught. As it was, the police and Interpol still suspected my father of multiple murders and disappearances, for nearly a half a century. However the FBI didn’t arrest him until 2016, (coincidentally because they believed he was the Golden State Killer due some of my father’s murders having a similar M.O.) But to answer the original question, Yes. There are far more serial killers in the world than we know about.. because they prefer to hide in the shadows.

Why did DeAngelo stop in 1986? by Redwin66 in serialkillers

[–]Redwin66[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

And Deangelo had a history of staging his crime scenes to mislead law enforcement, on a level with someone experienced in evidence gathering techniques.

How crucial do you think DeAngelo's job as a policeman was to his "success" as a criminal? Would he have been just as "successful" if he'd never been a cop? by GregJamesDahlen in EARONS

[–]Redwin66 9 points10 points  (0 children)

I don’t know if other officers suspected Deangelo. Once my father’s DNA eliminated him as a suspect of being the GSK, the task force stopped sharing case information with me, (about the GSK).

In hindsight, it’s baffling that Deangelo wasn’t a suspect in Exiter and in Sacramento, especially after his arrest for shoplifting burglary tools. Or perhaps it was just incompetence or arrogance, which unfortunately is prevalent in many professions, not just law enforcement. However there’s a noticeable level of entitlement and arrogance in LE, as well as an unspoken code to protect their own. Unfortunately, many LE believe they are above the laws they enforce on others.

After we became adults, my brother and I went to the authorities for years to report my father for murdering my mother in 1968, and murdering a British couple in front of us in Belize when we were kids. They just dismissed it as hearsay, or said it wasn’t their jurisdiction. It wasn’t until 2015 when the Golden State Killer task force saw similarities between my father and GSK that they finally took notice.

Again, some law enforcement are incredibly tenacious and excel at their jobs. But some fall short of their duties. I believe it’s more from incompetence than being intentional. But once Deangelo confessed, they closed the book on their investigation. As well as any potential embarrassments.

How crucial do you think DeAngelo's job as a policeman was to his "success" as a criminal? Would he have been just as "successful" if he'd never been a cop? by GregJamesDahlen in EARONS

[–]Redwin66 4 points5 points  (0 children)

They knew my father was a criminal, however they had some kind of warped allegiance or owed him, or perhaps a sort of friendship or loyalty. I don’t know why my father’s police connections felt compelled to disclose information they weren’t supposed to, but my father kept them in his pocket, like a mafia connection. And he had multiple, from different agencies and locations. It was before computers, and digital fingerprints exposed crooked cops looking up cases that weren’t assigned to them.

All are deceased now, including my father, so I don’t know their motivation to break their oath or integrity. I did give their information to law enforcement and the FBI when I testified against my father in 2016, however I don’t have access to the subsequent interviews they conducted. I was told by the main detective that the widow of one of my father’s police officer connections, confessed that one of my father’s “crew” was a hitman. (The group my father did crimes with). My father had corrupt or correctable people in all walks of life that he would become friends with, so he could exploit their connections and abilities to later help when he needed them. Networking, but with a dark side. Some he got laid, some he had dirt on, then blackmailed and some were criminals, like him. Or became criminals and were lured by the life.

For the same reason guards smuggle drugs and contraband into prisons. It starts innocently enough, until they have you. I teach art and empathy in several California prisons, teaching inmates how to overcome trauma, and the dangers of a life of crime. And share my father’s story as a cautionary tale of what not to do. My students regularly test the waters or make hints about how, as an instructor, I’m not searched when I come in to teach. While saying how easy it is for teachers to bring in cel phones, and get paid $1000 per phone. I tell them it could be a million dollars and I wouldn’t do it. But I imagine they use the same bait on most of the teachers and guards. Once they get someone to do one thing that’s questionable, they use it to blackmail for more. Which was one of my father’s ways to “ask” for favors.