My Life With Steven Scott Frey

Probably the worst decision I ever made during this whole phase of Electronic Harassment in Palm Spring, California was the choice to befriend Steven Scott Frey.  I made the choice willingly because of a lot of factors.

First of all, I was never really attracted to Steven physically, but I was attracted to him spiritually.  Here was a guy that had a tremendous amount of success in his twenties and thirties in real estate working with Scott Lyle in our area.  Steven was around during my college years when I would visit Palm Springs.  He was already past his relationship with Steven Cornelison and was seeing Jackson Velin.  I’d been to his home on Warm Sands drive which was conveniently located near Laurie LaTweek’s apartment.

I had been by Laurie’s on one occasion with Ricky to buy GHB for someone else.  Though I waited in the car in Warm Sands, I knew whom he was going to see.  He ran in, bought it and took off with me.   This was my very first exposure to Laurie post high school. 

I had been at Steven Frey’s on two occasions….both times, I opted out of a sexual encounter because I didn’t feel any attraction to he or Jackson Velin.  I simply excused myself to go out to my car and took off.  I’m kind of like that when it comes to sexual encounters, if I’m not into it, I’m gone.

I hadn’t seen Steven in years when I saw him after the San Diego shooting.  I am certain that Laurie probably set this up.  Steven was living on the north end on Chuckwalla and I was over at Bret Simms’ home.  Drug addiction had returned to my life and I was in the midst of trying to ease the pain of my lost job, my family difficulties and basically, I didn’t care anymore.   The first encounter was Jackson in Bret’s home.

Bret Simms was a small time pornographic actor for Hot Desert Knights….he was super nice to me and I enjoyed his company.  He owned a vacation home cleaning business and I needed to work so he set me up with a job with him, his boyfriend Tim and myself.  Boy could we clean!!!  I remember cleaning a beautiful home in the Cathedral City Cove with the three of them and taking all night long.

For the record there was no better job in the world for me while I was using methamphetamine.  I would clean and clean until the home sparkled.  I can remember being assigned the guest home and making that fucker shine…it is hilarious to me now, but I literally went from working for the Justice Department of the United States to folding toilet paper over the top in vacation homes in Palm Springs.   Bret was stingy with his meth and I can remember getting one room done and thinking, “Come on man break out the pipe”, but he didn’t.  He would wait until the whole home was done until we got back to his home.  Tim would be mad at him…and thus was the beginning of his addiction with needles.

Bret did not use needles and he, in fact, told me never to use them, but Tim would feel like an outcast at times and he would disappear.  Later I would learn that his disappearances were Laurie LaTweek adventures where she would give him needles full of junk to keep him zombie like.

I liked Tim very much, but there were times when he could be difficult.  Personally, I had a great relationship with him, but others struggled.  He was very much disturbed by electronic harassment.  You could see the drift…the trips to the back yard to scream at Laurie, the distance in his eyes…now it reminds me of Christopher Monti when he would take a mind vacation and not be present in the room.  This was all before I met Christopher, so when he exhibited the signs, I knew what it was.  I also knew that Laurie would try her best to kill him.

If you are keeping up, you know that eventually Tim, once given a bad needle full of junk drugs to use, hung himself in the guest house of that home.  He left a suicide note that I am sure that Laurie has read.  It was a sad thing for Bret whom loved his partner very much, but that didn’t suit Laurie’s needs.  It wouldn’t be more than a month or two later that Bret would be held at gun point in his own home during a home invasion where he was put on his knees and begged for his life.   The robbers claimed that this was their drug territory and that Bret would have to pay them if he wanted to sell drugs in that neighborhood.  Very Laurie like behavior.

One thing that has always puzzled me is this.  What did the autopsy tell police investigators about Tim’s blood chemistry?  I know that Tim told me that “Lisa” was bothering him just days before his suicide.  I think this way because I want to know what the toxicology report on my bloody clothing would reveal about the night I was raped at Steven Frey’s home.  I know that I did not take anything and went to bed early…but my recollection of that rape is gone…there is nothing there….just sleep, wake up bloody and sore and not one more thing.  I know I was raped in that home…a man knows.

Back to meeting Steven at Bret’s home.  I now know that Laurie sets up nearly everything that happens bad in Palm Springs.  My history in San Diego was nothing like it was in P.S..  Steven showed up once when I was there and invited me back to his home.  I declined but took his number for later.  I used it later on my birthday and went to his horrible apartment on Chuckwalla where he lived.

Steven was there by himself when I went to visit and told me that Ricky was now living with him.  Red flags flew up everywhere!!!  Ricky, at the time, had a horrible reputation for stealing things and I warned Steven.  I think it was like two days later that someone knocked Steven out and stole all of his drugs from his briefcase that was laying next to his bed on the floor.  I immediately suspected Ricky.

Again at Bret’s home I was introduced to a member of Mikey and Jessica’s crew whom told me all about the theft at Steven’s home.  It wasn’t Ricky that took his drugs or money, but Mikey and probably Brian La Tweek.  He gave me all the details of the set up and I wasn’t surprised.  Jessica had a horrible reputation in the gay community for drug theft.  Apparently the drug suitcase was removed from his apartment while he was knocked out and taken to an exit off of Date Palm.  Opened with a butter knife where the drugs were divvied up and Jessica and Mikey made off with his drug stash and rent money.

In an odd twist, I was told that Mikey made another trip to that apartment right after I was told that story to assuage his guilt for the crime.

Steven was devastated.  His drug supplier then got busted and he couldn’t live in that apartment any longer.  That is when he decided to move into the guest home off of Baristo Road near the PSPD Headquarters.  First order was to move his apartment.  He had few friends so I offered to help.  Many trips later he was moved….he was happy and the new place seemed like paradise.  Nothing was further from paradise than that home in the coming months.

One thing that always puzzled me was the garage area.  When he first moved in and I helped him, the entire stable area of the garage was stark empty.  I helped him move everything so I knew that there was nothing more…two days later the entire stable garage area was FULL OF BOXES.  I mean FULL!!!   I had no idea where all of this other stuff came from and I think I asked Steven and he shrugged it off.  It was like a storage unit…and the boxes did not contain his own things…odd, but now I know it was used as Laurie’s stolen goods stash house.  She would later act like she could go to Steven’s home anytime she wanted, fuck him with a strap on, and visit with him.  Like they were old lost friends.

I never saw her there.  I doubt that Steven ever wanted her there.  I was the only visitor most of the time and when Steven conducted his drug deals, I always left the room for outside.  There’s just something about being there for the “deal” that I don’t dig.  It’s like it wasn’t my business so I wanted no part in it.  Steven understood that so people would come and go that I’d never met, some were very nice, and that was how it all began.

Steven really liked me at first and I was hesitant.  I would tell him, “I don’t date drug dealers as a rule”.  I’ve known many and I don’t dig it.  There’s always that feeling of an episode of “Cops” when I get popped for just being there.  I don’t like it.  Nevertheless, Steven would look hurt when I would say it until he got over it.  At this point he needed a new supplier bad.  I didn’t realize the position that Laurie had him in.  I know now that getting and keeping a job when you are being stalked by Laurie is impossible.  I was working at Two Bunch Palms and would be fired soon after receiving a promotion that I could never explain.

It was around this time that I was going to Los Angeles to visit my friend Glen.  Glen was a great guy that use to live in Palm Desert with his husband but that relationship was now going through a divorce.  Glen was funny, smart and a whole lot of fun.  He introduced me to some people in L.A. that I really liked.  I can remember calling Steven and telling him that I never wanted to leave Glen’s home in Hancock Park.  It was beautiful.  His friends were amazingly smart and a total departure from Palm Springs.
 

Of course, I was partying and I made a connection or two for Steven that I told him about when I got back.
 
We set up a buy and went to Los Angeles for the weekend.  I remember that it was around the 4^th of July because I called Peter DiMartino to wish him a happy birthday.  The phone call was forwarded and I think that Brian LaTweek answered it…he was rude.  I had a crush on Peter but had only met him once or twice but thought calling on his birthday was a nice touch.  It wasn’t.   He made some ill comment about me, “not being the kind of person you introduce your mom to” and I was set back.  It wasn’t the Peter that I’d met, but someone else.

Steven went with a friend to buy a lot of meth in some suburb and I waited for him at Glen’s.  When I saw him again he seemed happy with the buy and we partyed the whole next day.  Then it was time to go home.  I’ll never understand what went through my head driving home with a car full of meth?  I did it one time with John O’Brien and once with Steven Frey.  Never would I be that stupid again.

Around this time I met a neurosurgeon in the Hollywood Hills and wanted to go to see him.  He lived close to Kathy Griffin and Quentin Tarrentino and I loved his home.  He wanted me to bring him some meth.  So I asked Steven to front me the amount; I was always good for paying him back so it was of little consequence.  I’m sure now that it pissed off Laurie but I wasn’t really experiencing much V2K yet .  I was scared to death driving to Los Angeles with less than an ounce of meth.  I hid it so well, I almost forgot where it was.  Looking back it was a disaster.

I sold the guy the meth.  Stuck around for a day or so…got the money and went to a gay hotel to have some fun.  That is when the V2K started big time.  Brian and a man I know to be Kevin, scared me so badly that I broke my meth pipe and flushed the drugs I had down the toilet.  I was scared to death and I was being gang stalked big time.  I felt so scared that I couldn’t leave my room when I’d set up meets with other gay guys.  It was so harsh.

On the way home, via V2K Brian LaTweek and Kevin, pretended via V2K that all of my friends that I’d seen had been busted and that they were coming after me.  I’d never experienced V2K really and boy was this shocking.  I was scared to death.  I’d made something like $400 bucks and had nothing on me, but they were coming.

I got home…and immediately went to The Ranch where I’d been before.  I checked myself in and went directly to the sick beds to sleep off this horrible addiction.  Of course, Steven knew nothing about where I was, but I couldn’t leave.  I was scared.

I kept the money and never paid Steven.  That is a regret.  The point is that the V2K started then and there.  The voices were that of Peter DiMartino and “Lisa” whom called herself “Steven’s friend/sister” or whatever.  I could somehow tell that Steven was hearing these voices too…he was distant…unfocused and tortured.  He started telling me that he was “toxic”.  Which I never understood.  The torture was unbelievable and violent in nature.

Lisa or “Sheree” as she would call herself told me that she lived in La Palme next door, which I believed when I saw Steven leaving one night on foot, pissed off, with his drug suitcase on his way to La Palme.

He would shout for no reason, “It’s like a fucking concentration camp around this fucking place!!!”  It wasn’t aimed at me.  It was Laurie all the time, begging for drugs or she would call the cops.

This relationship got old.  I would ask Steven about Peter and he would say, “I don’t know who you are talking about”  Later he would say I was getting crazy like his second boyfriend Steven Cornelison whom started hearing voices….I know Steve Cornelison, he’s a really bright guy, but like me, was subjected to Steven Frey’s evil little secret torture with Laurie.  When Steve Frey is done with you, he’s done…and out you go.

You can’t imagine how many times Laurie tried to force me to go to Steven’s after making the decision to never see him again.  Maybe ten times.  One time she told me that Steven had stolen “Mollybond”, my cat, and I got arrested a block from his home crying.  Not on drugs, but literally aching in pain.  She made Steven out to be a real dick.  A lying asshole that cheated on his boyfriends and used electronic harassment to track the old ones.  V2K having ties to “the Frey Effect”, microwave hearing, you would easily have believed it.

Years of note taking and diaries document the accounts of torture at the hands of Laurie and Brian LaTweek  The most minute of details are contained in them…all full of hate and lies.hy

On the last time I went to that torture villa, I met Christopher…and then his torture started.  It’s been going on ever since.  My team can’t figure out why I hate them so much.  I doubt they remember what I’ve been put through in San Diego, then Palm Springs and now here…not to mention Sedona, Arizona.  They forget.  They are heartless and selfish…they don’t care as much as they should and they have completely ruined this project for Christopher and I.

People that know me know that I don’t narc on drug dealers.  Most of them are my friends when I was using.  The decision to bust Steven Frey was made after being stalked endlessly by his “protection team” in Laurie and Brian LaTweek and others.  They told me the worst things about Steven and tortured me in his home every single night.  They would tell me that Peter was coming over to kill me.  That he was, “outside” right now! They would say that if I didn’t, “pass their tests” that I would never be able to be around my friend that was a “protected witness” for the PSPD.  That’s why I went and saw Sgt. Anderson.  That’s why I went after Steven Frey and what did Bryan Anderson do? He sided with Laurie against me and Christopher.

I knew more about Steven’s drug operation than anyone.  I knew where he got it, when he would go, whom he got it from and what he sold it for.  I knew he had GHB.  I found him acid tabs.  I knew everything, but the police screwed me over for the next seven years.  This technology is a terrorist tactic…it is used against innocent men like myself in favor of a drug dealer in our area and the police are responsible.

Despite what Laurie and Brian will tell all of you...this is gospel.  It is the truth.  My friendship with Steven Frey was a complete set up from the begining.  Steven knew about it...and he traded our friendship for his continued lying and protection by the officers of the PSPD.  The damage to my family is tremendous.  The damage to Christopher's family is equally tremendous.  There will come a day when someone will pay dearly for what they did and failed to do for us.  It is off of my conscience to tell all of you that what Laurie, my team and the police have gotten away with is horrific in terms of the law!!! It plays with terrorism on all levels...some things are worse than others, but the obligation to human beings being tortured is tremendously upset by the lack of care for Christopher and myself.  Laurie should be on trial for so many crimes by now...

This situation will have closure...but when it does, my feelings of guilt will be diminshed by my constant begging for help.  I've tried to reason with my team, they are unreasonable.  They've twisted the law up like a candy cane...it's a shame they've lost focus on what was important here.