Few of his friends wanted to talk on the record.
“This is the kind of place where if you talk too much,
You can come home and find your house torched.”
Over the years he was in and out of rehab, cocaine and alcohol.
Charged twice for assaulting former lovers. Mounting debt.
A series of broken relationships. He was no angel.
He first saw Jon from the waist down, his torso hidden under the hood.
He could smell fresh meat under the stench of gasoline.
It all started with a note taped to Jon’s trailer door, innocent and pubescent.
WXYZ-TV, CBS affiliate for the Detroit Area. 3-4 PM weekdays.
“Come on Jenny Jones and expose your secret crush!”
He finally saw his way out of that small town.
Jon too wanted out, wanted to make a name for himself, and accepted the producer’s call.
Jon bought himself new clothes and eagerly waited on the soundstage.
The announcer said that his crush wished to tie him up in a hammock
And spray whipped cream and champagne on his body.
When Scott walked out, Jon clenched like a fist.
He was flattered but not interested; he was ‘definitely heterosexual’.
They flew back from Chicago together, and went to Brewski’s to prove no harm done.
One beer led to another and another, which led to a blackout.
The next morning, Jon woke up in Scott’s bed, disoriented and violated.
It was all too much. He panicked and ran. $249 for the shotgun.
Jon rang Scott’s doorbell, fired twice, and left him in the doorsill.
He drove to a gas station two towns over to call the police.
"I just shot this guy… because he fucked me… on national TV…
I just walked into his house and killed him."
Lights. Camera. Action.
