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regularly or sporadically at Evergreen for six years. Steve Meyers left
Italy for what he believed would be the last time in 1984. His travels
took him to Paris, and there he found Diana Gerhart. He had not
forgotten her.
This time there was no question about their feelings for one another.
Steve took Diana back to Italy in 1985, and they began to live together.
They loved the warm lazy days, the evenings where they sat in a street
cafe, sipping red wine and eating pasta while they talked as earnestly
as if they had just met each other. Steve was in love again, but it only
made his already complicated life more complicated.
He wanted to be in America so that he could spend as much time as he
could with Cara, who was five years old now. But Diana was a Brazilian
citizen and needed the proper papers to emigrate to America. She
couldn't even visit until Steve arranged for that, so reluctantly, he
left Diana behind in Europe and came home to obtain the paperwork that
would let her travel to the United States with him. In the autumn of
1985, Diana Gerhart joined Steve in Virginia. They had some hard times
ahead of them, although Steve was making some progress in selling his
work. That year, he had a one-man exhibit of his sculpture and furniture
at Unica Design in Bethesda, Maryland, and he showed his work at the
Studio Garden Show in Great Falls.
Steve returned to antique-furniture restoration, but always with the
hope that one day he would be doing his own sculpture and building his
uniquely designed furniture exclusively. He had to go where the work was
and so he traveled frequently. But Steve always kept in touch with Cara.
He wanted her to know she had a devoted father. This caused tension with
both Maureen and Diana, his exlover and his fiancee pulled at him,
making it difficult for him to arrange visits with Cara. Steve had an
exhibition in May 1986, in the posh Georgetown section of Washington,
DC. It was titled "Into the Twilight, " and featured his incredible
sculptures made of marble and steel. And in the fall, Diana Gerhart and
Steve Meyers were married. Interestingly, the Reverend William Scurlock,
Sr. , Scott's father, presided over the ceremony.
Steve hoped that the fact he and Diana were married would show he was
maintaining a stable home. His dearest wish was to have Cara come live
with them. By the time Steve came home to Virginia, Kevin had finally
found the ramshackle house he was looking for in Great Falls, Virginia.
He and Steve were alike in that way, they could see possibilities where
no one else could, and they were creative workhorses, willing to put
sweat-equity into something that would one day be beautiful.
Kevin's dwelling had been built long before the Civil War, with various
owners slapping layer after layer of peculiar facades over what had once
been a classic log cabin. There was no running water, and a large family
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of snakes lived in the ceiling. But it didn't matter, it was his. In a
way, Kevin had come full circle. Steve was back in his life, and so was
Scott. Bill and Mary Jane Scurlock were still living in Reston during
the eighties, and Scott came home for Thanksgiving.
He'd been there just in time to help Kevin move into his Great Falls
home. Scott slept on the floor there, and, for a day or so, it was
almost as if they were back in Hawaii, "brothers" and best friends.
But they were a decade older, and they had gone in different directions.
They promised to stay in touch, and they did.
***
Back at Evergreen, Scott was gearing up to go into full crystal meth
production. He couldn't actually make the stuff in the university lab,
the chemicals produced a noxious smell like cat urine. Some meth labs
were set up in trailers out in the woods, some particularly stupid
"chemists" set up temporary labs in motels but the smell almost always
gave them away. Scott paid people he met to find deserted houses far
from town where he could actually put the chemicals together and start
them cooking. Once he found a likely spot, he set up elaborate venting
systems to carry the pungent odors produced high into the trees until it
was blown away by the next brisk wind. The crystal meth project brought
in more money than Scott had hoped, and he liked the element of danger.
What he was doing was a criminal offense, and Scott enjoyed watching
true-life police dramas on television, feeling it would help him keep
one step ahead of the police. (Later, "COPS" would be one of his
favorite programs. ) One thing, however, that Scott never worried about
was that he would be betrayed by his dealers. The small army of men and
women who took the speed from him and fanned out to Seattle and Tacoma
to the north, and the Olympic peninsula to the west seemed, to him, to
be only extended members of his loyal crew. While some might consider
friendship among drug dealers and manufacturers to be a paradox, Scott
didn't. Just as he felt no guilt about the product he was selling, he
took pride in his team. As his crystal meth network expanded, Scott
often traveled all the way back to Reston, Virginia, to deliver his
product to a dealer there. His Virginia connection was an old school
friend who had lived an apparently straight life, but who had very
expensive tastes. His friend, known only as "Hawk" to everyone but
Scott, was ready to take all the product Scott wanted to sell to him.
Scott flew into Dulles Airport, handed over the crystal meth, and got [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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regularly or sporadically at Evergreen for six years. Steve Meyers left
Italy for what he believed would be the last time in 1984. His travels
took him to Paris, and there he found Diana Gerhart. He had not
forgotten her.
This time there was no question about their feelings for one another.
Steve took Diana back to Italy in 1985, and they began to live together.
They loved the warm lazy days, the evenings where they sat in a street
cafe, sipping red wine and eating pasta while they talked as earnestly
as if they had just met each other. Steve was in love again, but it only
made his already complicated life more complicated.
He wanted to be in America so that he could spend as much time as he
could with Cara, who was five years old now. But Diana was a Brazilian
citizen and needed the proper papers to emigrate to America. She
couldn't even visit until Steve arranged for that, so reluctantly, he
left Diana behind in Europe and came home to obtain the paperwork that
would let her travel to the United States with him. In the autumn of
1985, Diana Gerhart joined Steve in Virginia. They had some hard times
ahead of them, although Steve was making some progress in selling his
work. That year, he had a one-man exhibit of his sculpture and furniture
at Unica Design in Bethesda, Maryland, and he showed his work at the
Studio Garden Show in Great Falls.
Steve returned to antique-furniture restoration, but always with the
hope that one day he would be doing his own sculpture and building his
uniquely designed furniture exclusively. He had to go where the work was
and so he traveled frequently. But Steve always kept in touch with Cara.
He wanted her to know she had a devoted father. This caused tension with
both Maureen and Diana, his exlover and his fiancee pulled at him,
making it difficult for him to arrange visits with Cara. Steve had an
exhibition in May 1986, in the posh Georgetown section of Washington,
DC. It was titled "Into the Twilight, " and featured his incredible
sculptures made of marble and steel. And in the fall, Diana Gerhart and
Steve Meyers were married. Interestingly, the Reverend William Scurlock,
Sr. , Scott's father, presided over the ceremony.
Steve hoped that the fact he and Diana were married would show he was
maintaining a stable home. His dearest wish was to have Cara come live
with them. By the time Steve came home to Virginia, Kevin had finally
found the ramshackle house he was looking for in Great Falls, Virginia.
He and Steve were alike in that way, they could see possibilities where
no one else could, and they were creative workhorses, willing to put
sweat-equity into something that would one day be beautiful.
Kevin's dwelling had been built long before the Civil War, with various
owners slapping layer after layer of peculiar facades over what had once
been a classic log cabin. There was no running water, and a large family
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of snakes lived in the ceiling. But it didn't matter, it was his. In a
way, Kevin had come full circle. Steve was back in his life, and so was
Scott. Bill and Mary Jane Scurlock were still living in Reston during
the eighties, and Scott came home for Thanksgiving.
He'd been there just in time to help Kevin move into his Great Falls
home. Scott slept on the floor there, and, for a day or so, it was
almost as if they were back in Hawaii, "brothers" and best friends.
But they were a decade older, and they had gone in different directions.
They promised to stay in touch, and they did.
***
Back at Evergreen, Scott was gearing up to go into full crystal meth
production. He couldn't actually make the stuff in the university lab,
the chemicals produced a noxious smell like cat urine. Some meth labs
were set up in trailers out in the woods, some particularly stupid
"chemists" set up temporary labs in motels but the smell almost always
gave them away. Scott paid people he met to find deserted houses far
from town where he could actually put the chemicals together and start
them cooking. Once he found a likely spot, he set up elaborate venting
systems to carry the pungent odors produced high into the trees until it
was blown away by the next brisk wind. The crystal meth project brought
in more money than Scott had hoped, and he liked the element of danger.
What he was doing was a criminal offense, and Scott enjoyed watching
true-life police dramas on television, feeling it would help him keep
one step ahead of the police. (Later, "COPS" would be one of his
favorite programs. ) One thing, however, that Scott never worried about
was that he would be betrayed by his dealers. The small army of men and
women who took the speed from him and fanned out to Seattle and Tacoma
to the north, and the Olympic peninsula to the west seemed, to him, to
be only extended members of his loyal crew. While some might consider
friendship among drug dealers and manufacturers to be a paradox, Scott
didn't. Just as he felt no guilt about the product he was selling, he
took pride in his team. As his crystal meth network expanded, Scott
often traveled all the way back to Reston, Virginia, to deliver his
product to a dealer there. His Virginia connection was an old school
friend who had lived an apparently straight life, but who had very
expensive tastes. His friend, known only as "Hawk" to everyone but
Scott, was ready to take all the product Scott wanted to sell to him.
Scott flew into Dulles Airport, handed over the crystal meth, and got [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]