Life as a schizofrenic rapist

At the age of 14 I ran away from the travelling circus act  my parents were a part of, and lived on the streets of East Germany, since then I have became a tremendous liar with a drink problem.
I guess it all started when I met my bestfriend "Red, the Ginger Blackman". Obviously with him being black and me being a delinquent we started drug dealing. Our hotspot for selling drugs was outside a secondary school as we pretended to be selling fast food when in fact we were getting the kids hooked on heroin.
  Then we came into the hectic 80s and I discovered Ecstasy and pussy. By then Ginger Blackman and myself gave up selling drugs to kids and we became doormen/drug dealers. It wasn't really the life I wanted, sure the liquid LSD was great, and drug enhanced sex with women I don't respect was even better... but I wanted more, so I formed a band.
Being part of the Dire Straits was really fun, after writing and recording the "Sultans of Swing" I really felt like I had acheived something. Days on the road, producing some amazing guitar licks in exchange for groupies was the way I wanted to live life, then I fell in love. I do admit that we rushed things, but my love for my new partner was to great. Within 6 weeks we got married and my beloved Jay Leno fell pregnant. He gave birth to a strong healthy boy, we named him Quentin...Quentin Tarantino.
The marriage didn't last, I don't know why, I can't remember... I was too heavily medicated. Life was unbearable, I was drinking out of control, having unprotected sex with black prostitutes, and taking too much LSD. The states I would get myself into were quite scary, I would be told the version of events the next day and I would promise myself that I would never ever get into a state like that. Unfortunately that is when I met my old friend Ginger Blackman in the VIP room of some London nightclub.
 Ginger Blackman had dyed his hair black and was a soul singer, his stage name was "Marvin Gay". We decided to get shit faced for old times sake. But he made a joke about my mom being a circus freak so I shot him. Luckily he survived the ordeal but the LSD he had taken had completely cleared his memory. I had been kicked out of the Dire Straits and had no work, and all my money had been squandered on drugs and women. So me and my bestfriend Ginger Blackman started our own band. It took him a while but he learned the guitar (bit out of tune though) and he wrote the song Voodoo Child, I was the bass player. We were an instant hit and our coffers were soon replenished, so we decided to buy a whole load of drugs... and the rest is history