ENDORA CRYSTAL WAS MY ROCK . . .

As I staggered through the chaos of rock 'n' roll fame - the drugs and alcohol, the selfishness and turmoil - Endora was the gentle voice in my ear telling me I was special. Telling me I was adored. She was my personal psychic. And she said I had a unique purpose, a calling to give my fans happiness.

To be their God.

My band, DeathStroke, dominated the work of rock. Yet strife ruled our inner circle.
My family didn't know me. I love no one but myself.

And yet Karen Bayliss was praying for me. That I would come to know her Jesus.
She was not a fan. Didn't care for my music. Just my lost soul.

Now Endora is dead and I've been charged with first-degree murder.

This is my story.