Rotten Mango - #203: The Carnival Boy - Serial Killer Pee Wee Gaskins

Episode Date: October 5, 2022

It was a bit gruesome even for a carnival act. The snake and the rat. A giant king cobra in the cage hissing about and an employee would throw rat after rat into the cage. No matter how full, bored, or even tired the snake was, it would kill each rat that entered the cage. Even most adults would grab their child’s arm and rush away. It was never a pretty sight to see death in action, but little Pee Wee Gaskins sat glued to the bars of the cage. Eyes never leaving the snake. He felt in awe. The snake didn’t kill because it was hungry. No, the snake killed because it wanted to. This revelation was Pee Wee’s first erection, and he knew from that day forward he wanted to be a king cobra snake. He wanted to be the most prolific of all the serial killers. Full Source Notes: rottenmangopodcast.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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in all states or situations. Price is very based on how you buy. Meta Bingba da BOOM Welcome to this week's main episode of Rotten Mingo. I'm your host Stephanie Sue. And you know those core memories that you hold on to for the rest of your life. You know those? Come on now. Oh, you're serious. You know those? Come on now.

Oh, he's serious. You're gonna have a core memory? Okay, the- When I get beat, bye- Okay, all right, all right. The carnival was kind of like that for Pee-Wee Gaskins. This was his core memory. It was more than just this fond memory

that he would always have to look back on later. No, it was a life-changing day. Pewie had never been to the Motherfriican carnival, but he would end up falling in love so much so that later he would join the traveling carnival two times, not once, but twice. But for now, he's just a little boy. He's a little boy going to the carnival with his mom and his stepdaddy, and the bright lights, the striking red everywhere, the smell of that caramel popcorn, the sound of children laughing. I mean, it was going to be a perfect day.

Peewee needed a perfect day. His name is Peewee. It do be Peewee. So he was born Donald, but they call him Peewee. Peewee, okay. Yeah, Peewee needed a perfect day. He had a bit of a rough childhood. I mean, his nickname was Peewee,

so that should tell you enough. One of the main events of the carnival that day was centered around this big king cobra that was in a cage in the center of the carnival tent. A curious audience started to assemble around the cage. Hear ye, hear all, come here. That's what they said. And the carnival guys, like, come on, everyone.

Let's gather. It's about to be time for the big, big show. So Peabie and his family, they're all standing there. And Peabie is mesmerized by this snake. He followed the snake with the length of his eyes. And it was very clear that the snake had been fed properly. Very recently. There was a huge bulge for where the poor victim to that snake was. I mean, it's like a big rat-sized bulge in the middle of this

king cobra snake. It looked like he just swallowed 20 rats. So, Peewee's thinking, okay, well, this is not going to be much of a show if the snake already ate. The snake's not going to be hungry. But the carnival worker dropped a live rat into the cage. Pee, we almost looked away because, like he said, the snake already ate. But there was just something about the way that the rat ran around the cage, sprinting around trying to find an exit until it finally stopped. And it realized there is no leaving this cage.

You were in this cage with this King Cobra. And then it just stood still, as if being as still as possible would make it invisible. Or maybe it was paralyzed in fear. He didn't know which one, but he just couldn't take his eyes off the interaction. For a while, the King Cobra did nothing. And then very slowly, the King Cobra raised itself up as if they were about to strike the rat and boom! It did. Peebe thought that that was just crazy.

Peebe later wrote about this experience, and he said, you know, ladies and gentlemen, that is what makes the Cobra the most dangerous of all reptiles. The fact that even as I watch it, it is preparing to kill for no reason other than the fact that it has decided to kill. It's not killing because it's hungry, it's not killing out of necessity. It's killing because it just wants to kill. Peewee looked up at his cousin that he came with

and she was holding on tightly to Peewee's mom's leg. Peewee's mom and Peewee's stepdaddy, they both looked so uncomfortable, if not scared, if you will. But Peewee, he had a raging erection. It was in that moment he said that he decided he was going to be a King Cobra, and that meant he wanted to become the most prolific serial killer

in all of the US. As always, full show notes are available at rotinmanglepodcast.com. the most prolific serial killer in all of the US. As always, full show notes are available at rottenmanglepodcast.com. Now, I can't say that there was a really good book on this case because I don't know if good is the right word to describe this book, but there is one called Final Truth, the autobiography of P.W. Gaskins.

Yeah, okay. There is, however, an amazing 13 episode podcast that's linked in the show notes. It's called Peewee Gaskins was not my friend. It's an amazing listen. It was created by a literary professor who spent countless hours interviewing Peewee for a book that was supposed to be published, but didn't end up getting published. The pod was very well done. It was honestly fascinating to get inside of Peewee Gaskin's head for a little bit, although I feel like I desperately need therapy after that, because it's a lot. So with that being said, let's get into it. There were a lot of signs that P.V. was going to be bad. It wasn't just a fateful day at the carnival. No. There were times that he and his friends would do deplorable things.

For an instance, when they were 13 years old, they had gang-wipped one of their younger sisters because they all wanted to try, quote, being with a virgin. There was the time that Pee-Bee would be a full-grown adult in a salty two-year-old baby. He called it the best time of his life. But he also said that he felt PMS symptoms and you're like, okay, that's fine. Maybe he does feel pre-menstrual syndrome, you know? That's when you, before you have your period, you get cramps and muscle aches, fatigue, water retention, appetite changes.

But Peewee said, no, no, it wasn't that. It was like this unshakable bothersome irritability, this headache that would travel from the tip of my balls all the way up into my head, and it would just sit right behind my eyeballs, and it would just ache, and I felt like I wanted to itch it out because it was giving me a headache, and I couldn't even think straight. You know, I called it PMS. They were my pre-murdering symptoms.

Anytime he had PMS, he knew what he had to do. He had to go out, what he had to do. He had to go out and he had to kill. What's crazy is that these were just the warning signs. Like this is all leading up to him getting caught and he's had so many run-ins with the law. This is not going to be one of those serial killer cases where he was flying under the radar for so long. This guy was in and out of prison. In and out of prison and the authorities just didn't care. They let Pee Wee become a serial killer, a faith arsonist, sadist, rapist, and a cannibal. So let's see how we got there.

Listen, we have covered a lot of messed up serial killers on this pod. You know most of them clearly have some loose screws, but Donald Gaskin's life story is bizarre. It's chaotic, it's hectic from beginning to end. You're gonna feel like you've been in just one of those go-around roller coasters where you go in circles, that's the vibe. That's just stay with me.

The best way to describe it is, do you know the phrase hurt people, hurt people? Yeah. It makes sense. Yeah, that kind of sums up his entire life. Now, keep in mind a lot of Donald's childhood was provided by Donald. So, we have to take everything with a grain of salt or a sprinkle of flaky salt, because the thing about Donald is, he strikes me as the type of guy that would lie to you about

the most bizarre thing that he doesn't even benefit from lying to you by. But it'll lie, and later if you confront him like, hey, Donald, why do you lie about having a nine-foot statue of Jesus in front of your house when you clearly don't? He will have no reason as to why he lied. He won't even feel ashamed that he lied about it. He'll just be like, I don't know what you're talking about. He is a compulsive liar, is what I'm trying to say.

And this case is a bit different because Peewee wrote a book. He wrote us an autobiography, right? And we kind of have to talk about it. Listen, half the stuff in this book, the final truth, was not cooperated by authorities. So as far as we now have of the book, could be Peewee's compulsive lying on display. So I'm serious. Keep your salt handy. The book was only available on hardcover, but if you're like me, you like to scour the

internet for uploaded PDF files from like shady websites, so that's great, you know, it's there, it's shady, ice-skimmed it, don't recommend it. Now, Peewee Gaskins was born on a farm in a tiny little town called Prospect in South Carolina. Peewee's mom, Julia Parrot, aka Molly, had him when she was really young. Most sources say that she was about 14 years old. Now back story on our girl Molly. When she was just 12 years old, her parents were like, we own this tobacco farm. You gotta get out of school. You can't be in their learning math and all these other things with the boys. We need you all hands on deck, we need you to work the fields.

So, she's out there day in, day out, 12 years old, and she catches the watchful eye of her neighbor. I know it sounds like a prince charming type of situation. He's going to swoop in, save the farm, save the family, most importantly, save Molly. No, imagine your creepy drunk but wealthy neighbor. That's that guy. His name was Donald Gaskin's senior. He called Molly over to his property.

She galloped over and he said, how about this? I give you a dollar a week and you come have sex with me whenever I want. Molly agreed. It's the Great Depression era. Her family needs money so don't judge her. Right judge the drunk neighbor who's trying to take advantage of the 14 year old girl. So they start having sex. Molly gets pregnant at 14

After that, Donald is like, you know what? I was giving you $4 a month. Let me give you $10 a month instead Side note, I'm like, whoa $10 a month back in the day. That must be like a million dollars now At least this guy is rich and generous with his child support $10 a month back then is $225 in today's money calculated for inflation. That is not good child support. But what choice did Molly have? She took the money. She tried her best to take care of this tiny little baby that she just gave birth to.

I mean tiny little baby. Peabee Gascans was only 4 pounds when he was born, which is alarmingly small. Now side note, this isn't even Molly's first baby. She has like 4 other children allegedly all by different men. So there's a lot going on in this tiny little town of prospect, okay? Yeah, a lot of alarming stuff.

It said that all the kids might have been a result of Molly engaging in sex work, but it's not clear. Now, Molly's kids did say that even after they were born, Molly constantly had a revolving dwarf man in and out of the house. They had no idea if these men were paying customers or they were boyfriends. They just know that they were quite abusive. That's all they can remember.

And just to give you more insight on Molly's parenting or lack of, Peewee said, you know, being born on a farm. I know the difference between raising something and it's just growing. You raise tobacco and vegetables to harvest, you raise pigs in sheep to butcher, they got purpose, you know, you care for them. But weeds grow on their own. Doesn't matter if you tend to them or not.

I grew. I wasn't raised. That's for damn sure. My kids just grew. Yeah. Like, he's just saying that he just grew. Like, his mom was not around. Oh, I can't get you. Yeah, his mom was not around to raise him. He just groove. Yeah. Like he's just saying that he just grew. Like his mom was not around. Oh, I can get you.

Yeah. Yeah, his mom was not around to raise him. He just grew. And I can't say this is part of his compulsive lying. I actually think it's the truth. It said that Molly's partners or customers we don't know would constantly beat up on Pee Wee for the smallest little things.

They would block him outside the house when they came over. They would freak him out, call him names, be little him, beat him up physically. And Molly would just let it happen. So it sounds like she's kind of an egg-littered mom. But it's also worse than that. Molly would sometimes have sex with these men in front of Pee-Wee, and the men would taunt Pee-Wee. They would laugh at him. Now, this is a little boy. He's getting worked up. He hates what he's seeing. He feels uncomfortable.

He tries to push the two adults apart because he's like, this is not what we're supposed to be doing. And Molly's boyfriends seem to get a kick out of that. And she just let them. Now, this part is alleged, but some sources even say that Molly would watch as some of her clients or boyfriends would either fondle or rape Peewee in front of her.

And she would never do anything to stop it. Again, this part is alleged, so I'm not sure. But it does seem like Peewee had a soft spot for his mom. Because later on in prison, seeing his mom was the only thing that made him emotional. He seemed so happy to see his mom. It was the first time people saw Peewee smile after being thrown in prison. So, you know, make of that what you will, I feel like the man is a mommy of shoes. Now, I don't know if the sexual assault was taking place, but I do know that Molly was absolutely a thousand percent neglectful.

Sometimes she would just get up and leave her entire family for days or weeks at a time to be with one of her boyfriends. And Peewee said this about all her boyfriends. You know, when I was younger, there was always one or another or a bunch of different stepdates around. I always called them Sir or Stepdaddy. I never bothered to learn most of their names because I knew my mama wasn't married to them

and they probably wouldn't be around for long. The one she did marry was a mean son of a bitch. He used to backhand me and knock me clean across the room just for practice. But then again, everyone knocked me around. My uncles, my other stepdaddies, and even all the boys and girls in school, they used to beat me up because I was so little. Okay, PV definitely was on the smaller side. As an adult, he would just be 5 5-3 and weigh under 130 pounds. And he

claims that the reason that he got this nickname was because he was so small. The other bullies needed a reason to beat him up, to jump him, otherwise all the adults, the teachers, they would get mad at the kids. Hey bullies, why are you beating up on the smallest kid for no reason? So all the neighborhood bullies would gather and taunt Peeewee and they would go, Oh, Peewee, Peewee, stop playing with your Peewee. And they would do this enough times till Peewee got so fed up, he would get up and try to hit one of them. And that was the excuse all the bullies would need to jump Peewee. What's interesting is that Peewee ended up loving the nickname. Yeah, he embraced it. He owned it. everyone called him Peewee and he started introducing himself as Peewee.

Like that was just his name, it stuck with him for the rest of his life. Now there is speculation on why Peewee was so small in stature I guess. It's said that when he was one years old, I don't know if this was out of curiosity or hunger, but he had downed an entire bottle of caracene. He didn't die, but until he was three years old, he suffered from random convulsions, and the damage caused by this would make it very hard for him to ingest things properly for the longest time. So apparently he had night terrors, he had trouble eating, trouble sleeping, he just wasn't

growing the way that he should have. Now, Peewee just uses this whole incident to blame not only his height, his stature, but also his homicidal tendencies. He said it wasn't until I drank that carousine when I was one. And I don't know. There have been no doctors to back that up, but it's a very interesting thought. As Peewee starts growing up a bit more, he starts finding his own group of friends that aren't going to beat him up for being small, and they decide that they're going to do something innovative.

So mind-blowingly creative, it'll get them all the street credit at school. That is, they are going to dig a trench behind the local church bathroom, and when women and girls come to use the bathroom, they're going to spy on them. They would essentially be giant peeping tombs at church. They were caught. And Peeley said it was the worst beating of his life. His entire butt region was turned into ribbons. He couldn't sit for weeks.

And he's like, I don't even know why I did it because I don't even like girls. You're like, what? So he said, I mean, I wanted to spy on girls, but you thought I was feeling you? Like it's, okay, what he says about girls is weird, because he identifies us straight, but this is what he says. Girls pissed me off, the way I saw it, they had something boys wanted, but wouldn't even

let a boy look at it. Much less fuck it, unless the boy did whatever she wanted. It made me so mad that them bitches could do anything they wanted, show their asses, make fun of me, even beat me up, and dare me to do something about it, knowing I couldn't do anything without being punished by adults. Yeah, like he's already so mad at girls for having body parts and he's not allowed to touch him. Like what? This is so alarming to me. So at just 11 years old, Peewee is over it. He drops out of high school and he starts working at a local garage to help prepare cars.

That's when he runs into two boys. Danny and Marsh. Why does this sound like the worst trio ever? Danny, Marsh, and Peewee. They were all around Peewee's age. They're 11. They had also dropped out of school. It made sense that the three of them would become friends. They start hanging out all the time. They called themselves the Trouble Trio. It's a cute name per group of 11 year olds. It's giving like stranger things. What are they doing? Running around on their bikes and building little tree houses. No, the trouble trio mainly participated in burglarizing homes and cars

at the ripe young age of 11 years old. It didn't really start out like that. Okay, so in the beginning, they would just steal candy and cigarettes from vending machines. Then they would find an abandoned house in the woods that they dubbed their hideout and they would just smoke and talk about bitches and stuff. I don't know. I feel like they're the type that called everybody bitches, right?

But when that got too repetitive, they started going for the big stuff. The homes, the cars, full blown burglary. Danny's dad actually wins parent of the year. He sits all of three boys' dad. Son, we gotta talk about the burglaries. You're doing it all wrong! You gotta do it like this if you want to go for the long run. Yeah, Danny's dad sat them down and gave them advice on how to break into homes.

What kinds of things to steal, what's worth the money, what's not. Danny's dad even offered to sell what they stole to a connection of his. And when the boys had made enough money, they gave it to Danny's dad, and he bought them a brand new Ford. The boys are 12 and 13 at this point. Danny's dad gifted them a car with stolen money. It's also messed up, honestly. So the trouble trio, they learn to drive and they start driving the car to the closest

military base because there's a ton of sex workers in that area. They would pick up sex workers here and there. And again, these guys are 12 and 13 years old. So they're having a blast. But Peewee said, you know, this is something about sex workers. He said, and I quote, there was something about them whores that I just didn't like. So they stopped visiting the sex workers. And instead, they started reaping young kids in the area.

It's that that marsh had a thing for young boys. So Peewee and Danny would help him lure young boys to one of their homes Or they'd all hide out spot where they would take turns beating up the young boy and then Marsh would rape the boy while his buddies would watch This is really weird, but the other two boys Danny and Peewee said, you know, we watched Marsh rape the kids out of support Because we tried raping the little boys, but we just weren't into it So we mainly stuck around to support our buddy Marsh Oh, and sometimes we also let Marsh perform Felatio on us whenever he wanted because he's our friend Peeley said and I quote we would let him suck us off whenever he wanted to because he's our friend

Okay, it's like oh really alarming like I think there's so much levels to oh no We definitely need a child psychologist in here. Right, I don't even know how to unpack it. So, wow. Now, back to the little boys. When they were done, they would tell them, if you tell anyone, we're gonna find you, and you're gonna get it on, thousand times worse,

and they would release them. They carried this on for a while, and it seems like the trouble trio tried it with girls too, but most girls would never make it that far. They would never follow them back home or anywhere for that matter because they had a reputation. This is a small town. These are the three boys that dropped out of school like nobody wanted to hang out with you. If they hung out with you, their parents would give them a beating afterwards. Even just being in the backseat of these boys forward with social death because the three boys would go around saying

Anyone that's been in our backseat has only been there for one thing and one thing only fucking They yeah, this is how Peewee described the girls that they had sex with in the back of their car There were some girls that were agreeable a K.A. Some girls that wanted to have sex, meaning only a small portion of the girls were not raped. But even if they didn't charge money for their private areas, they had f**ked so many boys that there weren't any tighter or tender than the old, worn out military hores.

I'm sorry, what? And I guess Marsh was feeling the same way because he grabbed the trouble trio for an emergency meeting and he told them Guys, I really want to have sex with a virgin. Danny and Pee, we are like, yeah, and where do you suppose we find one of those? None of them will hang out with us. None of them will even give us the time of day. Well, that's why I brought you boys here, because I have thought of someone. Who? My sister. Yes, you heard that right. Marsh was offering up his own younger sister for the trouble trio to gang rape.

He wanted to rape his own little sister and then watch his friends rape her. Literally, I'm sorry, what? Marsh ran home, asked his mom for permission. He's like, mom, mom. Me and the boys, yeah, Danny and Peewey. We're just gonna take um, let's call her Julie We're just gonna take Julie to the movies. Is that okay? Marsh's mom is like yeah, yeah, yeah, be back by dinner

And the four of them rush out of the house in excitement But Julie finds herself in the abandoned house called the hideout spot instead. Oh, this Julie Oh, I think she's like five years younger than them. Yeah, she's very young. And Peewee describes the assault in the book in the most disgusting, vile, like, descriptive terms that I'm not gonna read to you, but essentially they stripped her down. They studied her, like, she was some sort of lab rat, made her perform folatio on all three of them,

and then each took turns, ripping her vaginally, and then sawtomizing her. Peewee said, and I quote, we each came, I don't know how many times. It's like we couldn't get enough, but even though we didn't hit her or do nothing to hurt her, she still cried and begged us to stop,

but we just couldn't, it was too good. That's what he said. You know people always say, oh, they're just kids, but when you're 13 and you think like that, I'm more scared of what you're going to be when you're an adult. I'm not like, oh, he's going to grow out of it. That's so alarming.

And when they were done, they drove her to get burgers and promised to give her a ton of money if she promised to never tell on them. Of course, she's like, of course, I'll never. The minute that they were back home, she ran to her mom and told her everything. Thank God. Now, Marcia's parents sat all three boys down and beat the shit out of each one.

Marsha was beaten until he was a bloody unmoving mess and Peewee remembered Marsha's mom whipping him yelling, you goddamn little piece of shit I outta cut it off right now. And just before losing consciousness, he got a raging erection from the beating. He said that Marsh's mom was lashing at his testicles and penis with a belt, like literally hitting him in his private areas with a belt. He said it was so rough that he was so tin. He could never use his private areas ever again. But somehow that turned him on. TV would later describe this whole gang rape as a very fulfilling part of his life.

Listen, I'm glad that the monster's got a beating, okay? Don't get me wrong, but what confuses me is why didn't Marsh's parents call the police? I don't know. I guess if they called the police, Marsh would be taken into, but I just don't see how you could not call the police after something like this, even if that is your son. Instead the family just packed up after the incident, moved away. Danny's family moved away soon too, so now is just pee we left on his own, and he thought

he might as well, you know, keep up the tradition. Look on the bright side. All the homes that he's burglarizing now, at least he doesn't have to split the earnings. This is all before he's 13. And when he does turn 13, another life-changing incident occurs. Peewee Gaskins was sent to reform school. Okay, so authorities in Peewee

have a very different version of why he was sent away. According to police, Peewee had broken into a young woman's home. He wanted to burglarize it. He knew the owner of the home and the daughter actually went to the same school before he dropped out. Anyway, daughters may be 16 when this happened. She realized someone had just broken in.

She's home. She freaks out. Instead of calling for help, she's gonna gaslight girl boss her way out of this. She grabs a freaking axe. She goes that peery with the axe like get out of my house. What are you doing in my house? He fights back, defends himself, grabs the axe from her hands, and struck her in the head, cracking her skull with the axe. And once he realized, oh my god, she saw my face, I just cracked

her head open with the freaking axe. I gotta go. He zoomed out of there. Thankfully, the girl made a full recovery. But Pewee was arrested and convicted for assault with a deadly weapon with intent to kill. Peewee has an entirely different version of the story. When I say entirely, I mean entirely. He completely denied ever having broken into the woman's home. What? Okay, so what about the whole act situation? Okay, here's the deal. I was mining my own business, walking through the town, which is, you know, small, so I don't know if you can really call it a town, but there's just corn fields everywhere. I was walking by the corn fields.

I actually scratched that. Yeah, I'm in the corn fields. Okay, great change of story. Love it already. It sounds very credible. Anyway, I was walking through the corn fields trying to fix some bikes for work, and I saw this woman getting attacked in the cornfield, and there was a man with an axe who bonked her on the side of the head, and then he fled. So I rushed to her and she was bleeding

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It was just such a random lie. He just kept claiming that the police were coming up with some weird home invasion theory to throw him into reform school. The judge did not buy it either, okay? And at the court proceeding, the judge sentenced Pee Wee to four years at the reform school. And that's how he ends up at South Carolina Industrial School for White Boys. It's literally called for white boys because there was actually a reform school for black boys, but it was called something quite inflammatory that I don't want to say. Yeah, it's as racist as it sounds. And the saddest part is the white boys reform school was already

incredibly hostile and cruel. So I can't imagine how bad the black boys reformatory school was. I imagine it was a lot, lot worse. In any case, the South Carolina Reform School gives very much dozier school for boys' vibes. It's just an awful place. Peewee endured some horrible, horrible abuse behind those walls. This was more of a prison than a school. The kids there were treated like full-on inmates, and according to Peewee, there was something

called the pecking order Which meant a night quote the big kids assaulted the littler kids and Peewee was one of the smallest boys there The first night at reform school one of the biggest boys. Let's call him POS. Well, that's his name I don't know if that's his legal name, but that's what everyone called him POS He weighed over 200 pounds. he was six feet tall, he was one of the biggest boys. Walked over and told Peewee,

come to my bed after lights out. No hello, no introduction, nothing. And Peewee was confused. He didn't know about the pecking order yet, so he's like, wait, what for? Oh, I'm gonna fuck you. That night, Peewee sat there and thought about his options. He could go and be assaulted in front of everyone,

therefore sending out the message that he was okay with this, and more might try to assault him later, or he could not go, which felt safer, but would he get retaliated on tomorrow? He didn't know. He had read the school rulebook though before coming to reform school, and there were strict rules on what would happen to anyone that was caught doing quote unnatural sex acts and again This is South Carolina long time ago, so unnatural sex acts could just be like gay sex or it could be any like kinky

I don't know what unnatural sex acts are, but it said that anyone performing that would be punished forced into isolation And the school was probably gonna protect him him, right? Because, you know, the big, the big friend wanted to do unnatural sex with him. So there had to be consequences. Peabee was wrong. He didn't show up to the guy's bed that night and the next day in the shower room, six boys grabbed Peabee, forced him spread eagle on the shower floor. Four boys had down held down his limbs, one set over his face, and the leader of the group paused, crouched down, put a knife to Peewee's throat, and let him know. Listen Peewee, there's no use in fighting back, and he sawd himize him. And as soon as he was

done, he assaulted Peewee in the mouth. And it was like a factory line, someone else took his place and then someone else took his place. Peewee said that he was sodomized and raped orally by at least 20 boys. He said, and I quote, thinking back on it, I figured that in less than an hour I was gang-rooped by at least 20 boys and most of them took seconds in my mouth. I had never felt anything like that in my life. When they were finally done with me, I was so sore, I couldn't move and I heard POS tell two boys to carry me back to my bunk. When I was there, POS leaned over and said that I had two choices. Either I could do whatever he wanted me to, whenever he wanted,

or he would see to it that I got gang-moves like that on the regular. Peebe slept on it. And he knew that he could always go to the supervisor and let them know what happened, but that meant that all the other boys would get in trouble. Peebe would be forced into solitary isolation for his own safety,

and these solitary isolation units, they were in the basement. these solitary isolation units they were in the basement. They were horrible, they were dark, damp, no running water, no toilet, you just got a bucket. You had nobody to talk to, no radio, nothing, just you and your thoughts and no sunlight for like days. That sounded worse than what he had gone through. So Peebe accepted the abuse. I mean, what choice did he have? He went to Poss and told him that he would do what he wanted Which side note, Poss's nickname in school was also Boss Boy, which I think is so weird, so we're gonna call him Boss Boy. Peebe started training sexual favors for protection from Boss Boy.

Sometimes Boss Boy would have Peebe perform other sexual favors for some of his friends. Like just trade him around or or rival boss boys at the school that he was fighting with, he'd be like, hey, let's end this feud if I give you Pee-Wee for the night. Yeah. Then Pee-Wee said it was unpleasant, but he did it because it was better than being gang-wrapped.

Which I like, okay. Well, I hope this experience made him feel horrible for what he did to Martia's sister of how they gang-wrapped her. Now, he kind of understood how it must have felt, right? Sadly, no. Baby couldn't care less. Like, he's the type that only cared about rape if he was the one being raped. But the minute that he was not being raped, and he could be the rapist, and he was in a

position of power, it's like he didn't care at all. So, he was raped by a boss boy and is getting on multiple occasions. Sometimes they even made pee-wee run around in girls' underwear just so that they could laugh at him. So of course, like this guy is miserable. He runs away from the reform school countless times, and each time the sheriff's office would drag him back to the front door by his collar, and then he was thrown into hard labor isolation. This is very different from solitary isolation. Hard labor isolation was considered severe punishment. You could be beaten, forced to wake up every morning at 4 a.m.

Yet the clean mop washed dishes, prepped meals for the cafeteria, that took all morning. That's the amateur stuff. Then, in the day, you would be dragged outside no matter the weather and forced to dig holes. Yeah, like the movie. There was no purpose for the holes. It wasn't a grave. Nobody would get buried.

The purpose for you was to break your back digging and then another boy would come up right behind you in front of your eyes and fill up the hole. Then you would have to go dig hole number two and do this all day. Yeah. And at the end of the day, if the boys didn't do a good job digging useless holes that would never be used, they would be whipped until they blood. Then they were thrown a bucket and sent back to their cells where they would sleep for about five hours or so before repeating the whole process again the next day for months on end.

This is what they did on repeat. PeeBee said, whatever boss boy and the other kids were doing to him, it was better than the hard labor isolation, like anything was better than the hard labor isolation. Finally, the one millionth time that Peewee was caught escaping, the sheriff was in the car and he's like, you know, I don't even, I'll just see you in like two days. What's his name? Yeah, the sheriff saw Peewee had escaped, but he thought, if I just take him back to her form school, he's gonna get out in another two days,

and then I gotta bring him back, and I'm just kinda lazy right now. So I'm gonna let him roam. What? Yeah, so this is when Peewee makes eye contact with the sheriff, and it's like, oh my God, he didn't bring me back to her form school, this is my lucky break. I really have to make this work.

In order to not get sent back to the school, Peewe joined the traveling carnival so that he could skip town a lot, right? Now his job was not nearly as fun as it sounds. He was a roused about. Meaning he just helped during setup and take down of the carnival. So he would pack it up, move to the next town, set it up, pack it up, which honestly makes you really question those state carnivals that we would go to like the state fairs. Because imagine it's like Peewee setting it up, I don't trust you. Now at one of the carnivals, Peewee falls in love with a 13 year old girl who also worked there and they soon get married. They would also have children together but there's just a lot going on in Peewee's

life and being a good dad or a good husband did not make the priority list. Peewee would get married six times in his life. It just didn't seem like most of his wives were big parts of his life. Peewee was later asked about the sheer number of marriages like even from a technical standpoint. That is a lot of paperwork, you know, to get married, file for divorce and do it all over again. His response was just, oh, then just don't get a divorce. Just go and buy another marriage license. Easy. So this guy was married six times at the same time. Finally, he turns 18 and he thinks of becoming a bit of an entrepreneur, if you will. He starts helping local farmers by burning down their barns

so that they could claim insurance. Sometimes it would make more sense for these farmers by burning down their barns so that they could claim insurance. Sometimes they would make more sense for these farmers to burn down their barn than to sell it because they would get more money out of insurance. So that's what you do. You call the good old barn burner. That's what they would call it, barn burners. It was a profession. I don't know how you get started in this line of business.

Do you have business cards? How do you test it out? Did you know that barn that burnt down? That was me, nobody knew. I don't know, it's just weird. But locals in the area, they started to get a bit suspicious of Peewee. He was always around when Barnes went down, huh?

Are you committing arson? Peewee even had a regular job as cover for working, you know? He worked on a tobacco farm. So when word of him being the fire starter gets around, his boss's daughter confronts him about it, and honestly confronts us a big word. She was mainly teasing him. She was like, are you the barn burner?

You're the barn burner. And instead of just denying the allegations or... The barn burner, what is that? Peewee's like, please don't call the cops. And then he grabbed a hammer and smashed it against her head. What? Yeah, to prevent her from calling the cops. He killed her?

No. I think he tried to kill her, but thank God she would make a full recovery. It was a very bizarre situation and a very bizarre solution to her not ratting him out to the police because Peebe was arrested. He was originally given a five-year sentence in prison for assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder. Like, these are big, big crimes.

These are big, boy crimes. And the fact that he got a five-year sentence is insane to me. And when he was being sentenced, this is like the lightest sentence ever. He stands up and tells the judge, you're a fucking son of a bitch! And the judge was like, oh yeah? Six years. So he got a six-year sentence, which again still doesn't seem like a lot for attempted murder. P.W. said prison was very similar to the reform school, but just on steroids.

There was a lot more sexual abuse going on. There was another power system. In the school, it was bigger boys assault little boys, but here it was called the power men of the pen. The power men were a group of guys in power. And everybody else was essentially a victim. And when quote, new meat came through the door, aka peeve, the power men would have their pick of who wanted the new meat. If you claim the new meat, that's your meat forever. Like that's yours, you're the butcher. So Arthur was practically salivating when Peewee walked in. So he called dibs, walked over to Peewee cell. Again, no hello, nothing. Just told him, take off your clothes. Peewee knew the drill. He stripped down, expecting to just get sawdemized, and he waited and waited, but Arthur just stared at him. And as P.V.

starts to relax a little bit, like, okay, maybe he just wanted to see my naked bod, right? Arthur picks up his foot and kicks P.V. as hard as he can in the balls. P.V. threw himself onto the ground in agony, and Arthur continued to beat him. That's how he did it with all his victims. He would beat them into submission first. Arthur walked out with the new with all his victims. He would beat them into submission first. Arthur walked out with the new meat on his roster. P.V. limped out of the cell with two black eyes, a bloody nose, and he had been sodomized after his beating. P.V. said, Arthur was big, and he took a real long time and it hurt bad. Afterwards, he made me lick him clean.

The book is graphic. And so for the next six months, Peewee found himself doing whatever Arthur wanted. Sometimes that included being traded to other power men who wanted to swap. Those were the worst moments. Peewee said, you know, Arthur was okay. He was rough but not deadly. The other power men, however, there were times when I thought I was going to have my balls smashed or my dick cut off. I thought I was going to be left to bleed to death in a laundry room or like a storage closet. He didn't know how much longer he was going to last. And he kind

of wanted to be a power man himself. He just needed the opportunity, you know. So when Peewee heard all this talk about, you know, the rank above the power man. There was a rank something higher. Well, someone higher. It was Hazel Brazel. Nobody dared just call him Hazel though. He was too scary for that. He wasn't even part of the prison hierarchy. He had his own level. He was above all the games. Not that he didn't assault and rape people. He did. Hazel would even straight up steal from the other power men, but nobody dared to do anything. He was like the king, the god of prison. He didn't do prison politics. He didn't have to trade shit.

He didn't have to do anything. Hazel's name would even make Arthur shit his pants. Everyone was terrified of Hazel. So knowing this, Pee-Wee is like, well, I know what I have to do. The next time he's on kitchen duty, he makes a sandwich, and when nobody is looking, he slips a knife into his pocket. He walks straight over to Hazel's cell and gives him the sandwich and walks out. And for the next three weeks, he would randomly walk into Hazel's cell to give him a sandwich

and walk right out. Why? So Hazel could get used to seeing Pee-D come in, and Pee-D could get used to stress surroundings. And finally, on the fifth time that Peewe walked into Hazel's cell. He saw Hazel sitting naked on the toilet reading a newspaper. Hazel's guy was standing and guarding his cell. Oh, I'm just here to give Hazel his sandwich and a drink of course. From inside the room you could hear Hazel fart loudly and say, yeah, let's a little pissant in. Peewee walked in, put the sandwich down, stared at Hazel while he was grabbing the knife

from inside his pocket, and Hazel was like, the fuck you staring at? And before Peewee could come up with an answer, he jumped up and jabbed the knife straight into Hazel's jugular and sliced his whole throat open. Hazel was naked on the toilet, he did not have time to defend himself. Obviously, guards rushed in, apprehended Peewee and tried to save Hazel, but it was too late. Peewee committed murder in prison, but it didn't seem like the guards cared that much. They just threw an extra three years onto a sentence, six months in solitary, and it was nothing. But from that day forward, it

was everything to Peewee. Suddenly, power men were thanking him, congratulating him for having the balls to kill Hazel. Peebe was even gifted his own boy. His own Peebe to rip. But he's sure that he treated him good. He said, you know what? I never treated him like the other power men. I treated him like how I wanted to be treated when I was being raped. Which like, what kind of logic is that?

And he only got three years for full on murder. Like, I guess what I'm trying to say is, this guy is having a jolly old-time in prison. That is, Tilly gets the message that is wife Mary. The one that we never talked about since. Remember, they got married, had some kids? They barely saw each other, and she was now filing for divorce. Oh, Peewee was pissed. He was so pissed that he decided he had a break out of prison to make her change her mind

or to hurt her. Whichever one he was in the mood for. So he escaped from prison hidden in the back of a garbage truck, which side note, Peewee was a bit of an escape artist. He would continue to escape out of prison numerous times for the next 15 years. On one occasion, Peewee escaped and he's like, I gotta join another carnival, like, I gotta get out of here, right? He joins another carnival, Mary's another girl,

then gets involved with this woman named Betty Gates who's like a carnival contortionist. Like, I don't mean that she just performed at carnivals. She would contort herself into crazy positions when you were doing adult stuff, you know? And that got Peewe instantly infatuated with her. He was like head over heels. While he was already married to somebody else.

And she's like, hey, I gotta go bail my brother out of jail in Tennessee. He's like, okay, no problem. I have a stolen car, I've got some cash. I'm gonna use the cash to bail your brother out and I'm gonna drive you to Tennessee, we'll go pick him up. They get to Tennessee.

They go to the jail. He meets her brother. They don't really look alike, but that's not on his mind right now. He's just excited. Gives him the bail money and it's like, all right, well, I'm a fugitive on the run, so I probably shouldn't be hanging out in a jail. Is that gonna lock me in my accident? I gotta go. I'll see you guys at the hotel, right? Yeah. See you then. They never come. That wasn't Betty's brother. That was her husband. So, uh, and they also call the cops on Peewee.

And he gets thrown back in prison. All because he cheated on his, I don't know, like 20th wife with a carnival contortionist. So when he gets out of prison the next time, he's few make an anger, right? And here are, and I quote his own words, he statutory rapes a girl. He said her name was Patsy and she lived in his mom's neighborhood. This is what he said about her. I had known Patsy nearly all my life, which wasn't that long considering she just turned 12 when I was a Patsy.

It wasn't a spur of the moment thing for Pee-Wee, not that it would make it any better, but he had been planning it for a very long time. He said whenever he saw her, he would get so hard he could no longer walk. And one day he knew Patsy's parents were out of the house. She was home alone and he knew he had to strike. He had to do something. So he knocked on the door and I mean she knew him, there was no reason for her to not let him in. And once he knew for sure the two of them were alone, he spent a good deal of time telling terrified traumatized 12-year-old Patsy about all these women that he had sex with and how much they loved having sex with him and how much he loved

sex. Oh, and he told Patsy about the time that he beat a woman's head with a hatchet and he did it again with a hammer. Oh, and how he killed a man in prison. I don't know what the desired effect was, but he was just bragging about all these deplorable crimes and the more he was confessing to, Patsy was getting more and more terrified of him, to which Peewee looked at her briefly with sympathetic eyes and then was like, okay, well, take off your clothes and they done. Spread your legs and I won't hurt you.

He then proceeded to rape her. He said this about the assault. Her naked body was more exciting than I ever could have imagined. This was the best piece of virgin ass I have ever had, before or since in my whole life. So after the assault he looks down and realizes that the sheets are covered in blood. But before he can get rid of the evidence or even take the sheets with him, he hears Patsy's family pulling up in the house, so he just flees. I mean, our parents could easily put two and two together.

Peewee was arrested, taken to a courthouse, locked up inside a room to wait for his attorney. This guy's thinking, why should I have to go back to jail? I'm not going to jail for what? For rape? No. So he jumped out the tiny window in the room and felt 30 feet to the ground, but because he was relatively small, he didn't hit the floor too hard. He got away with only a few scrapes and bruises. Peebe would later argue that that wasn't true. He said that he forever limped because of the escape. That's arguable because the limp would mysteriously come and go, so I don't know, do that with what you will. He also managed to write Peebe was here on

the hood of a police car before fleeing the scene. From there, he stole a car, escaped to North Carolina, and I'm telling you this guy is doing a lot, which side note, apparently one of his siblings lived in North Carolina at the time. And she just remembered that Peabee would show up to her house unannounced, with tons of people, and she'd be like, yes, can I help you? Who are all these people, Peabee? And he's just like, move over, I need your house for this orjumpa to have. And she would refuse, and he would get mad to the point of physically hitting her. Now in hindsight she says that she feels incredibly lucky that he didn't

kill her. He gets to North Carolina, immediately marries another girl. This time it was 17-year-old Lenny. Now he said she was a bit too old for my standards, but I liked her. Anyway, he wanted to make sure that they set off on the right foot. So he told her everything. You know, I'm an escaped con artist. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, and I'm a, I'm a fugitive for sure. I'm not just a con artist. I'm a prisoner. I'm a convict too. What was I in prison? Oh, what was I in prison for? Does that matter? Okay, fine. I statutory, the girl. Lenny was disgusted. She immediately went to the police and turned P.E. in, which is fascinating that the lesson that P.E. gets out of this was not,

wow, I did something so disgusting that I am unlovable. Nobody will ever see that this is okay. Maybe I need to rethink my life decisions? He said, you know, when a woman decides to get her revenge, a man might as well bend over and kiss his asshole dick and balls goodbye. Peewee figured that Lenny was jealous and mad that he had statched toy route to 12 year old girl, so she was getting her revenge by sending him to prison to serve the sentence that he was going to get. And I don't know how that's revenge. Like, that's a really bizarre way to look at the situation.

Now, this is the most infuriating part. Peewee gets paroled from prison and not too long after this. So he gets released. He just gets released. He, that's what I'm saying. This is bizarre. Makes no sense. He gets released, makes a return to South Carolina and settles down in a small town called Sumpter.

At first, he said he tried to make a honest living, he stripped in repainted stolen cars. I love that that's a version of honest living for him. He's like, I only dealt with the stolen cars, I didn't steal the cars. He even rented a small home from an elderly landlord. He had a group of local boys who helped him fix up the cars. One day one of the boys decided to pull a knife on Pee Wee and Wrap him. Pee Wee was pissed. Here's the thing about Pee Wee. He considered himself a good person, which is shocking. But he genuinely for some reason thought he was a good person and a good functioning member of society. His whole reasoning was

he was a good person and a good functioning member of society. His whole reasoning was, well, one time there was an elderly woman on the side of the street. Her car broke down and she clearly didn't have money to fix it, so I fixed it for her for free. Yeah, and Peewee felt like he had taken these young boys under his wing. And now they repaid him by what? By robbing him? Not okay. It's time for payback.

He grabbed a gun, jumped into his car, and drove to where two of the boys lived. Force them into his car at gunpoint, drove them to a nearby wooded area, made them hand over all their money, their watches, their marijuana, everything that they had. Then he stripped them down naked and said, you ever crossed me again? I'll kill you.

And left them naked in the woods. The next person to cross Peewee gaskins would not be so lucky. Because according to Peewee, it was around this time you started feeling tendencies, feelings, urges. He called them and I quote,

them aggravated and bothered some feelings. It's just murderous, homicidal urges. Peewee actually compared the urges to PMS. He said it was like, you know, clockwork. I start getting nervous by the 10th, edgy, and mean by the 12th, and the pains would start on the 14th or 15th. You know, and then a year later,

I read about the woman's PMS thing, and I reckoned that's what I had. But for me, it was pre-murdering signals. He said, you know, it felt so physical. I'd feel the pain started my testicles and then it would travel up my spine through into my stomach and into my head. And the pain would just sit right behind my eyes. And it would just give me the worst migraine for days. If the migraine ever went away, I would start hearing this voice. The voice told me to do it.

He said during these times, he would get so scared around his own kids because you don't want to hurt them. So sometimes that included leaving his family to go on long rides in the car. And on one of those occasions, Peewee picked up a female hitchhiker and let's call her Angie. He's like, where you going Angie? Oh, Charleston tonight, Jacksonville tomorrow. And Peewee keeps driving and according to him from the minute that she got on the car,

she starts talking a mile a minute about her life, her travels, and he said he did not give a shit. So the first chance that he got he interrupted her and cuts straight to the chase. Listen, I really wasn't planning on taking you any further than Georgetown. If you want though, I can drive you all the way to Charleston. If we can have a nice dinner in Jerro hotel room when we get there. Now according to even Peewee himself, the woman laughed nervously, politely declined and followed up with another nervous laugh. But nervous laugh or not?

It was still a laugh. It was still accompanied by a rejection. That made Peewee very, very, very angry. He didn't show it right away, but he was fuming. He kept his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white. He drove calmly. Now, you would think that this type of anger would go away in a few hours while he drove, but it didn't. He pulled over on the dirt road outside of Georgetown, looked over at the woman in his passenger seat

side, and he said this, you know, when I stopped, I turned sideways on the seat. I stared at her, and that was the moment when my miracle came shining through. Now don't get me wrong. I didn't see a real beam of light, but I did find my answer. The answer was simple. I had to kill her. I remember smiling to myself and wondering why had I thought about that before? If she was dead, she would never tell anyone.

So once I made up my mind that she was going to die, I could do anything I wanted to, anything. But before she could get out the car, Peewee swung at her and hit her on the head. Her head slammed against the dashboard and he kept hitting her until she was so day she couldn't fight back. He looked around and drove further down the dirt road, found a secluded area covered by trees, looked around again, got out and pulled around. Do you know what an Arkansas toothpick is?

It's an incredibly long sharp knife. It's really long, it looks more like a dagger, but the end of the knife comes to a point, a literal point. It's very pointy at the end. Now for some reason, Peewee had this in his car and he pulled it out and used it to threaten Angie to stay quiet. He ripped off her shirt, her underwear, and he said, and I quote, all I could think about in that moment was how I could do anything I wanted to her. He first ordered her to perform Felatio. Then he pushed her onto her back and straddle

her, straddle her. From there, he said he tore off her nipple, along with about an inch of breast tissue. And she started screaming and tears streamed down her face and he choked her with a belt and told her, and I quote, don't cry, I'll share it. He then proceeded to force her own nipple between her lips and ordered for her to suck it. He claimed that after that he forced her to chew her own nipple so that she could eat it, but she started gagging and vomiting over both of them, and for some reason that really pierced him off its scent him over the edge. He said, and I quote,

I mean there just wasn't a reason for her to throw up everywhere. Yeah, no reason he said. So out of anger, he stood up, tried to fling the vomit off of him and stomped on her pelvis as hard as he could, over and over. Then he turned her over and violently sodomized her. He said that she kept crying. It hurts, please stop. So he tightened the belt around her neck to make her hurt even more.

When he was done, he put her in the trunk of his car and she was still alive. And he tried to reason in with her shhh If you stay quiet and you cooperate with me, I'm gonna let you live We both know where this story goes. So why did he say that if he knew he was gonna kill her? He said I once read in a book about Nazi death camps That's the best way to get someone to cooperate with you is to tell them that you're not gonna die. It works is to tell them that you're not gonna die. It works.

So, he drove her in the trunk down to the marshes, which is, it's like quick sand. Anything with a bit of weight is gonna sink into the marshes' bottom, and there's also its living creatures in the sand. It'll just eat up whatever sinks. Peewee parked the car, pulled the woman out the trunk, gagged her with her own underwear and shirt.

And I mean, at this point, she couldn't even talk, trunk, gagged her with her own underwear and shirt. And I mean, at this point, she couldn't even talk. She was gagged so hard she could barely breathe. But he laughed at her and made a game of it. And he was like, beg, beg, bitch, and I'll let you live. She obviously couldn't. So he found his six-foot-long tree lid. Tied the woman's knees together.

Pulled her knees up to her chin, tied the rope around her neck. Essentially, he said it looked like she was tied like a flag at the end of a pole to the stick. Essentially. And he dug out his knife, his Arkansas toothpick, and he pushed 10 inches of the knife into her anal cavity. He said that he did this deliberately and very slowly. And when he had the knife inside of her, he sliced back and forth, and he said

an I quote, where she used to have two little holes, now she just had one big hole. The only regret he said he had was when he was twisting, jerking the knife around, and she was screaming, he couldn't take the gag out to hear her. Instead, he dragged her to the edge of the Martian dumped her in the water. And I quote, she had made bubbles for very long. I felt truly the best I ever remembered feeling my whole life. All that bothersomeness inside me sink into the Mart with that girl. From then on, whenever the pain came back, I knew what I had to do to get rid of it. This was allegedly the first of many alleged coastal kills.

And you're like, what are the coastal kills? What? So Peebe would categorize his kills into two separate brackets, coastal kills and serious murders. Coastal kills according to him were along the coastal highways of the south. He would pick up hitchhiker, his female male didn't matter because at the end, these were his, quote, pleasure kills. They were to let off steam and quench his PMS symptoms. He wanted to ease his feelings of bothersomeness.

He said in order for him to really enjoy it, he made sure to torture each and every victim and make them stay alive for as long as possible. He would stab, suffocate, mutilate, and even cannibalize the coastal kill victims. TV said that the cannibalism was out of pure curiosity. He just wanted to see what it would taste like. So he had taken a woman's nipple, cooked it, and he said, you know, it was very strange flavor when cooked. Real good, but I think it was more good based on the idea of it than the actual taste.

He tried eating other body parts, but he decided cannibalism wasn't really his thing. So it wasn't a regular practice of his. Here's a direct quote. I did whatever I wanted. Some of them I cut, some I burned, I ran a cable in and out of one, I hung her up by that cable. I pumped another one full of water, which really seemed to hurt.

I filled her up until it came out of her nose and mouth, and she died quick, which I didn't expect. So I didn't do that anymore. I prefer them to last as long as possible. I took my time, when finished I usually killed them the same, the way that I killed the first one. Way them down, throw them in the marsh. So I take care of killing them and burying them at the same time. First though, I always took off any handcuffs that I had put on them because, you know, it's crazy to sink something as expensive as handcuffs. If you ask Peabee about how many victims he had in his coastal killings, he would say anywhere between 80 to 90.

Worse. Yeah, so if we're going off Peabee's own admissions, he would be one of the most prolific serial killers to date, but none of his coastal kills have been cooperated by the authorities. So we have to take it with a grain of salt, but I think if there's even a chance that he killed one That's one too many. So on the other hand His serious murders which were cooperated by authorities most of them, that is These were the murders that Peewee committed because they were close to home So these are either people in his community his inner circle his family his friends and

He said that he didn't kill them out of pleasure, he killed them out of necessity. Yeah, so Coastal Kills are like a fun activity to blow off steam on the weekends. Meanwhile, the murder of his friends and family were a more serious affair. That's why he called them serious murders. So for his first quote, serious murder, he killed his own niece and her school friend. Yeah, like one on earth. Like this guy just said he killed out of necessity. There is no, never a reasoning to kill anyone, but I can't even remotely think of one reason someone would want to kill their own niece who happens to be 15 years old.

So Janice Kirby, Peeweez niece, was 15 at the time. She had this best friend Patricia, who was 17. And they were attached at the hip. They lived in the same neighborhood. You know, they're both minors and they're both teenagers. So yeah, sometimes they did things that they shouldn't be doing. They liked to party, get drunk, and hang out, talk to boys. Janice felt really lucky because she had this cool uncle, uncle pee-wee, and he was the

type that didn't approve of underage drinking, but he never got mad if he caught you. Unlike your parents. He sounds like the type of uncle you would call when you're drunk and you need a ride home because your parents would flip out. Listen, Pevee was weird. Janice didn't know this at the time, but he has some bizarre rules around kids. He hated any adults that swore or drank around children. He felt like they were all deadbeads, that was messed up. He refused to do any of that stuff around the kids.

But he wasn't against reeping or quote statutory reaping and killing kids. But he drew the damn line at using the word fuck when kids are around. So one day Janice gets drunk and she can't go home until she sober, because her parents are going to be mad. She's a bit stressed about what to do. The friend that's driving her around for her to sober up needs to go with the car. Like, she's like, I gotta go home. I'm gonna miss Carfew.

You need to get out. But Janice needs to sober up and she's like, what do I do? What do I do? And then she spots Uncle Peewee in his car. And she's like, wait, pull over. That's my uncle. Okay, put your shirt.

Why don't you come with me into my uncle's car so that our friend, whoever's driving, can go home, make Carfew and he'll take us home when we sober up. I mean it makes complete sense. Uncle Peebe agrees it's a phenomenal idea. The two girls get in his car and Janice immediately throws up. Not great, but not the end of the world. Well, it was for Peebe. He just decided, without input, that Janice was going to need a cold shower. And he started driving back to his isolated house in one of the most rural parts of the entire town.

Pog's the car. Drugs Janice out the car and starts undressing her in the bathroom. Patricia was sober enough to realize that this was really, really weird. So Uncle Peewee, why don't you let me help Janice with that? Peewee smiled. Patricia. I'm her uncle. I've been bathing her all my life. Help Janice with that. Peewee smiled. Peewee said,

I'm her uncle. I've been bathing her all my life. Peewee just still felt uneasy. But all she could do was help. So she tried, but she's starting to feel unnerved by the whole thing. She's helping bathe Janice. And afterward Peewee says, All right now, both of you guys come to the bedroom so I can give you guys some spare clothes.

Janice is in and out of consciousness, and the minute the two girls walk into the bedroom, he pulls out his gun and is long pointed knife, the arc and saw tooth pick, and is like, Janice, this is to teach you a lesson to never get so drunk again. Both of you take off your clothes. He forces them to strip, and when Patricia refuses refuses it's said that he flashed her his penis and then smacked her on the side of the head with a pistol. She got back up and tried to fight. Janice was in a great condition either. At one point she fell unconscious again and Peewee tried to sodomize her but that attempt woke her up he tried to sodomize his

own niece. It woke her up and she was so alarmed she started fighting back immediately, so up against the two girls, Peewee starts feeling overwhelmed. Neither girl is cooperating. It was not going as planned, so he just decides he has to kill both of them. And while he's having all these thoughts swirling around in his head, Bunk, Patricia hits him on the head with a lamp. Two girls have enough time to run out into the woods around Peewee's house, but the lamp wasn't strong enough. Peewee's house, but the lamp wasn't strong enough.

Peewee got right back up and starts chasing after them. He knocked them out with the blunt end of the pistol, tied them up, and weaped both of them. He stuffed Patricia's body into the septic tank where it wouldn't be discovered for another five years, but he felt bad bearing his niece in such an undignified spot. So he put her dead body in the trunk of his car while he thought about what to do next. So he went over to his sister's house. Thank God not the parents of Janice, but still family,

and had coffee with his sister Carol. She would later say, I had no idea that my niece's body was sitting outside my house in his trunk. I don't know what kind of sick answer she was looking for at his sister's house, but he went and buried Janice in a shallow grave close to the family graveyard. It would take the whole family seven full years to figure out what exactly happened.

He killed his niece because she wouldn't let him rip her, to teach her a lesson about not getting drunk. Not too long after, Peewee claimed he killed a 13 year old named Peggy Kutino. Now, I say claimed because he was never convicted of the murder. Actually, law enforcement convicted another man by the name of Junior Pierce. But Peewee claimed it was definitely him that killed her. And please were like, why? Well, Peggy lives in the small town that I live in,

and she was walking by with her friends. And I smiled and politely said, hello, Peggy. But Peggy stuck up her nose and refused to respond. And her friend asked her, who was that? Peggy responded to her friend, just white trash. And the PMS symptoms came rushing back. This mortally offended Peewee. He had a burning desire to kill Peggy, but he couldn't because she was too close to home. So he claimed that he killed a hitchhiker to try and get this PMS symptom out of his mind to get all the murderous urges out, but he still couldn't stop thinking about, and

I quote, the little Miss Peggy bitch. So he plotted to kill her. He claimed he tortured, assaulted, and killed her. And if you thought that Peewe couldn't get worse, he does. His next victim was Martha Ann Dicks. Martha was 20 years old. She went to her form school just like Peewee, she was a lesbian, and her name, she nicknamed herself Clyde to let people know that she was a lesbian, and that's what we're going to call her since that seems to be the way that she introduced herself the most. Peewee did not like her one bit. Here's a quote from Peewee trying to mansplain that he's not homophobic.

He said, now don't get me wrong. I surely understand what the side and smell and the taste of a Pee, the private area of a woman can do to a person. So I don't blame Clyde and her kind for liking to slick and suck each other. But for woman to do it to women, don't seem right. The way it's intended, women supposed to get fucked by men. Of course, playing that weird lesbian game in prison where there's not always a dick handy, that's understandable. That's the same as a man in prison having to settle for a mustache mouth or a muscle butt. You know, I'm

explaining all of this because I just don't want anybody to get the idea. It was any kind of prejudice that led me to murder Clyde. I didn't kill her because she was black. Okay, what? So this whole thing is Peewee failing, but trying to explain that he's not homophobic, but then he's like, I swear I'm not racist. It's like, but Clyde was Black and lesbian, okay? And Peeby was a thousand percent racist and a thousand percent homophobic, but he claims

that's not why he killed Clyde. He killed her because she heard his feelings. Listen, Clyde was a very witty, funny person. She was the type of personality that could command a room when she walked in. She could make everybody laugh. One of her favorite punchlines was that she had a penis. But for fragile male egos, sometimes this joke would cross into offensive territory?

Okay, let me explain. During a conversation between Pewie and Clyde, Clyde was just joking and said something along the lines of, man, I'm more man than you, Pewie. All I need is an actual dick. And that really bothered Peewee. He could live with Clyde poking fun at other guys, but he couldn't deal with being the butt of her jokes.

Clyde allegedly also said things like, I thought my girlfriend was good, till I let Peewee suck me. Clyde also joked that she was pregnant with Peewee's baby and was planning on naming it Peewee Dicks. And Peewee just drew the line. Sure, he raped and killed his niece, but attacking his masculinity and mocking his Peewee, plus the fact that Clyde claimed that she had a penis, and if they were pregnant, together that meant that Peewee was gay, and if everybody thought that Peewee was gay,

that was attacking his masculinity. Logically, he had to murder her. There was no other way. Peewee claims that he tried the diplomatic approach and confronted Clyde in private and said, hey, can you quit making me the butt of your jokes? And allegedly she responded, Peewee, I would tell you to suck my ass, but you would probably like the taste of my shit

so much I couldn't get rid of you. Peewee kept us cool. And I was like, you know what? If you're that good, why don't you come over and I'll give you some pills and I'll pay you $5 for some moral sex. Clyde thought that they were literally joking and did fun. You know, like, I mean,

her comeback's fine. I guess maybe they rubbed P.B. the wrong way, but there was nothing inherently like racist or homophobic, like, does that make sense? There was nothing that inflammatory about it. It's like, just all fun and games. So it's like, yeah, come over, thinking, it's just banter between them.

She thought it was gonna be a pleasant evening. She went over, Peewee gave her some pills. She thought it was mood enhancing pills, so she took it. And soon enough, she was high, drunk, naked, and singing around the room. In that position, Peewee overpowered her, handcuffed her, punched her down to the

ground, and forced fed her every last one of the pills with swigs of beer. She lost consciousness, and he groped her, and he said that he sniffed her down there. And he defensively added, but I didn't taste it, I just sniffed. Clyde died of an overdose shortly after. He threw her body into a ditch to cover his tracks, and no one was suspicious for the longest time because Clyde was known to be a drug dealer Everyone thought that she genuinely died of an overdose I mean all of this was making peewee balls here He later came off to woman from Atlanta by the name of Ann Colberson tortured her for four days straight Smashed her head in from behind with a hammer and buried her next to his niece

This was also around the time that he tried cannibalism again in the form of the leg. You try to leg, he didn't like it. Then he bought a hers. You know what a hers says? They're the cars that carry coffins to funerals. And it raced a few eyebrows and people are like, why do you buy a hers?

And he would just laugh and say, you know, I killed so many people, I need a card of all off all the bodies to my private cemetery. And everyone would just laugh. Yeah. And then Pee-Wee befriend it, Eddie and Birdie Brown. So Eddie and Birdie Brown were his friends despite the fact that he had a burning hatred

for black people, and Birdie and Eddie were black. Pee-Wee says and I quote, but Birdie was the prettiest black woman I had ever seen. If I ever got a hard on for a black woman, it was for Birdie brown. To tell it straight, no lie, she could have been in the movies. I hate this man. Peebe liked the couple so much that he would even invite them over for dinner, but only when his wife wasn't home because she was a lot more racist than he was, and she would have fainted if she saw some POCs at her dining table. Yeah, Peebe eventually went into business with Eddie. They would buy guns, sell them, and it was just a lot of shady stuff. And he said that he didn't have any homicidal thoughts until the police started picking up Eddie on their radar.

They started asking him questions, asking around about Eddie. And now Peewee claims he only killed Eddie and Birdie. He didn't want to. They were his friends. He didn't kill them because he was racist. He killed them because he was scared that they were gonna rat him out under the pressure. And he refused to go back to prison. So he shot them till they died. But Peebe thought he was a nice guy. When he saw 22-year-old Doreen Hope Dempsey and her younger daughter,

two-year-old Robin Dempsey, he felt bad for her. You know, she's a single mom. So this nice guy that he is, he offered to let her live with him and his wife when she had nowhere to go. He really did help her out. When she got pregnant a second time, he offered to let her stay at a trailer he had in the countryside. He told Doreen, you can live there for free, as long as sometimes that I come over, you return the sexual favor. Once, you know, once in a while. I I mean what kind of mom wants to do that nobody but Doreen did it so that she would have a home for her kids that's all she cared about so she's like thank you so much they pack all their stuff into Peewee's horse and they drive it to the trailer

Peewee said that this murder was hard for him to talk about because he's such a nice guy but there was no trailer he wasn't going to let them live in one, even if there was. On the way there, he pulled over and told Durin, I want you to give me a blowjob first. She hesitated because her two-year-old daughter is in the car, but she felt so pressured that she needed this trailer. She got into the back of the horse. She's heavily pregnant, and she started performing

the layshow on Pee-Wee. But when she stopped, she noticed that Pee-Wee had brought her two-year-old daughter to the back and was touching her. So she screamed, what are you doing? But it was too late. Peewee hit her on the head with the hammer, knocking her unconscious. He brutally ran into her old Robin and choked her to death as he sawd himize the two-year-old girl. And then finished Doreen the mom by cutting her throat.

When later he asked, why on earth did you do that? He said he had to kill Doreen because she had gotten pregnant with a black man and he had to kill Robin because she was a mixed baby. But later in his book, he wrote, you know, I just lied to the police when I said that. I mean, yeah, I'm racist, but that's not why I killed them. I couldn't admit to the police

that I just wanted to rip a two year old because then they would tell the guards and the guards would tell the inmates and then I would be a target in prison. I would be at the bottom. But if I kill a two-year-old for being mixed, I'm not at the bottom. In fact, he would actually receive praise in prison by fellow racist people. Peewe would later describe the assault of a two-year-old as, and I quote, the best sex of his life.

The next few years, Pee Wee went on a spree of just killing everyone in his path and trying to make money. He would steal boats with friends and then kill his friends because he didn't want to share the profits. Then he killed a man named Silas Barnwell Yates because his ex was like, you need to kill my new boyfriend. He's not giving me money and paid him money to kill her boyfriend, it was just weird. He's just literally going around killing everybody in this path.

So the situation with Silas was very interesting because the police later found his body and medical examiner said that they believe that his cause of death was bleeding from a neck wound which likely would have been done by a knife. But Peewee sat there and was like, it wasn't a knife. I karate chopped him. Please, you're like, what? He's like, yeah, I karate, I got really strong hands, so every morning,

I would hit my radiator with my hand, karate chop it as hard as possible, because that's giving me practice to be able to karate chop people to death. And he was like, here, here, film, feel my hand, it's really firm. Then P.W. killed 25 year old Diane Neely, her 34 year old boyfriend Avery. He killed them because he felt like he had to, that they knew too much about his criminal activities of stealing and selling

stuff. Then he killed Diane's brother, Dennis, and their stepbrother, John. John was only 15. Like, you just killed them all to keep them quiet. The same year, he killed a 13 year old named Kim, so Kim was a little girl from Peewee's neighborhood, and honestly she had a really hard family life. Her mom had recently died from cancer, her dad was so abusive, and Kim was just so desperate for parental figures, so she'd be friended, Peewee and his 20 year old wife Donna, and both of them took Kim in. They would take her on trips, let her sleep over, took her to the movies. At school, Kim wrote that Donna was the person she admired most in the whole world. And when the abuse from her father became too much, Kim ran away to Peewee and begged him

to let her live with him in Donna. Obviously, Peewee can't do that because he's not the legal guardian, so technically it would be kidnapping. But he's like, you know what, Kim, I'm gonna have you live with my half sister. Kim went and stayed there for a few months and honestly, it was the worst few months for her life. Peewee would come visit Kim and his half sister weekly to rape Kim. He would bring his brothers to rape Kim and even his brother-in-law would rape Kim. Kim tried to tell a local store owner that she was being molested but Peewee was like oh you know how 13 year olds are with these imaginary stories. Authorities later found Kim's body she had been shot and

stabbed but Peewee was never charged with her murder since there wasn't even enough evidence even though she was the last seen with Peewee. The police did however a rasta guy named Walter Neely so this guy was the ex-husband of one of Peewee's victims, Diane Neely. But he was mentally disabled. He had an IQ of 56 and a personality disorder that made him dependent on other people. So Peewee kept Walter around as muscle. He would have him dig graves. Walter personally witnessed the murders of Dennis and John, but Peewee thought, wait,

why don't I just frame all of this on Walter? Because the police are kind of breathing down my neck about this whole Kim situation, so if I just have them looking at Walter, it's all going to blow over. But it backfired, because once Walter was arrested, the pressure was turned up, and he gave up the location to Peewee's secret cemetery, where they had buried eight of their victims. So with that, Peewee was arrested and sentenced to death, which would later be commuted to life in prison. Now you're like, oh, okay, well that's the chomact again to the story.

You're wrong. So in prison, there's another murder. In prison, Peewee started corresponding with an author and a literary professor Jim Beatty. They started bonding over the fact that Peewee wanted to write his own book called Pee Wee and me. Yeah, it was supposed to be like a redemption era book and I think that Jim really wanted to see the good in Pee Wee. Like he really did, maybe a little too much.

Jim thought that there was still some good in Pee Wee as evil as he is, there's got to be something, which I don't agree with, but okay. So he starts making weekly visits to go see Peewee. And Peewee honestly didn't seem that upset in prison. He was a power man, he was living life, being people. Nothing could touch him, except for his hemorrhoids. If you've never had hemorrhoids, they're essentially swollen and inflamed veins

in the rectum that cause discomfort and bleeding out of your butthole when you poop. You can get them when you, I know I'm laughing because I've had hemorrhoids. I've had them before. You can get them by pushing too hard when you poo or when you're pregnant. Like, it's very common. It's a very common thing. Most people don't even know they have hemorrhoids. They just think that they have uncomfortable poops for a while. It's hemorrhoids. So when Pee, we had really bad hemorrhoids. The state of South Carolina was denying him medication for it. He sued them.

The whole freaking state. For what you ask, cruel and unusual punishment. Okay, it really irks my gears. When serial killers complain about the smallest things in prison, meanwhile, you took so many human lives, you and your hemorrhoids can go rot in a cell for the rest of eternity for all we care. We don't care.

P.D. was suing the state for $1 million. Jim went to the trial, not out of support, but out of curiosity, more. And Pee-Wee won. The state settled and opted to give Pee-Wee $1 and a large tube of hemorrhid cream. Oh, yeah. Yeah.

So Jim B.D. the author was visiting Peewee so often that when Christmas rolled around, Peewee had even gifted Jim's son a handmade gift. The family said it was the scariest, strangest, weirdest, most frightening thing that they had ever seen. It was a denim hat, hand-sown from an old pair of Peewee's jeans, and it had horns.

And the horns were painted red to look like they had been dipped in blood. They didn't know how to respond. But P.V. and Jim got along great, honestly. They had a few tense moments like this holiday gift, but they were almost like friends, not really, but almost. That is, until P.V. implicated Jim in murder. Jim was almost done with his book P.V. and me. He was excited to get it published out into the world world and he's like, yes, I feel good, you know, you know what, Peewee for everything he did, but also there's some good in this guy, so a shred of good life.

He's always been nothing but nice to me and my family. This is like a redemption book. He doesn't need a redemption book. But before it was finished, Peewee asked Jim to mail him 50 feet of wire because the present TV was down and they needed wire to fix it so they could watch Sunday's football game. Jim's like, what the hell, he's been nothing but nice to me, I mean, they should get a working TV in prison.

He bought the wire, mailed it to him. It was not for Sunday's night football game, it was for a makeshift bomb. Peewee had taken a hit job, he was going to kill another inmate named Rudolph Tiner. This was a black inmate on death row. So the back story on Rudolph was that he had walked into a grocery store with the intent to commit robbery. But the owners were there, Mertie and Bill Moon. Bill Moon was a retired Air Force sergeant and Vietnam veteran, so he's not about to let some 18-year-old with a gun rob him. So he said, no, I'm not going to hand over any money kid.

Rudolph shot and killed both Bill Moon and his wife, Marty. He grabbed $200 from the register and ran. The Moon's only son, Tony, lived across the street, heard the commotion, ran to the store, found both his parents dead in a pool of blood. He said, I looked over the counter and my mother and father were laying in a pool of blood. My mother had a hole in her chest big enough to stick my fist through. I felt her pulse and she didn't have any. Neither did my dad. All I could feel was my own heart pounding, and the cash register was open.

Rudolph was convicted and sentenced to death, but Tony felt like justice wasn't quick enough. He wanted it now, so he commissioned the only inmate crazy enough to take this hit job. Peewee to kill Rudolph in prison. So Peewee started making a makeshift bomb. Inside note, Peewee used to be a mechanic of sorts, so it was kind of a piece of cake for him, which is honestly alarming. He was successful thanks to the wire that Jim sent him. He made the bomb disguised it as a radio, be friended Rudolph, and he was like, hey Rudolph,

do you want to talk via a radio in our cells like a walkie talkie situation? Here friend, let me bring this to you. Well actually I'm going to have this guy bring you a little radio. Talk into it, okay? And listen real close see if you can hear me. When Rudolph put the radio to his ear, Peewee detonated the bomb and the bomb literally blew off Rudolph's head in hands. He died almost instantly.

Peewee was arrested. The star witness was James Brown, who had cut a deal with the prosecutor. This is another inmate. James had seen everything. He saw how Peewee made the bomb. Peewee asked James to deliver it to Rudolph. So he was there every step of the way.

And during the trial, the prosecutor was like, what is your relationship with Peewee? And he said, we were lovers. And Peewee shot up from his seat and started screaming, wait, but you have to ask him who's on top. Ask him who's on top. So fragile masculinity never ceases to die. Peewee was found guilty in sentence to death penalty because the reason his original

death sentence was commuted to life was because South Carolina made the death penalty illegal, but they made it legal again. So he got sentenced to death again. They were just doing a lot. And as for Tony, the moon's son, he pled guilty for conspiracy. He was sentenced to eight years, but he would only spend six months in prison and the community rallied behind him because they felt like he would never have done that if his parents hadn't been murdered in cold blood. But it didn't matter, because he spiraled into depression and alcoholism and he died in 2001 from an alcohol overdose. Meanwhile, Jim had his manuscript ready to

go, but he would never publish it because the police would spend countless hours interrogating him as an accomplice for murder. Why did you send the wire? Do you know you effectively helped kill a man? That's when he said he knew that there was no good in Peewee's heart. Hence the podcast, Peewee Gaskins is not your friend. Jim was used. So Peewee ironically believed in the death penalty? Just not for him.

So he tried to take his own life the morning of the execution. It failed. He was strapped down and executed via electric shock. His last words were, I'll let my lawyers talk for me. I'm ready to go. But in the book, he wrote this, and it gave me chills thinking about how alarming and disturbing this is. I have walked the same path as God by taking lives and making others afraid. I became God's equal. Through killing others, I became my own master. Through my own power, I come to my own redemption. He's saying he's like God. If we go by Peewee's confessions and is proclaimed list of victims, that means he has taken the lives of close to a hundred to a hundred and ten people. But only 18 have been

confirmed by authorities, which even in that case is 18 to many, but that is the story of P.V. Gaskins. I mean, what are your thoughts on this case? Cause honestly, I wish I didn't find that shady sketchy PDF because it's so traumatizing to read through the way that he rationalizes his crimes and, oh, this is bad unless I do it. Curseing around kids is bad, but I can kill him. Have you ever met people like that?

Where rules don't apply to them, but everybody else? Soap is our. You gotta stay away, you gotta stay safe, okay? I will see you guys on Sunday for the mini-sode. Bye!