A Night Like Any Other . . .
Posted by David Scott | August 8, 2007
Every detail of that night is forever burned into my memory.
It began just like any other night. My crew was late—as usual. Normally, it's not such a big deal, but every now and then Steve would decide to stay late and stir things up. It was these nights where I wished that I had another job. Any other job.
Steve and Ian Weaver never saw eye to eye on anything. You have to understand—Weaver had been working at Mt. Diablo for about sixteen years. If it weren't for his charming personality, he might have ended up running the place. But in the mid-nineties, West Coast Energy transferred Steve to the plant as manager. Rumor had it that not long after that Weaver tried to get Steve fired so that he could move up. Steve found out and Weaver got permanently shoved to the night shift. I'm sure he tried to move to another plant sometime after that, but he didn't exactly have shining references. It's a shame. Despite his attitude, he was generally a good guy and knew that plant better than anyone. When I started working there, Weaver taught me most of what I needed to know.
Then there was Cameron Bates—the tech expert on my night shift. Cameron could also be a real pain in the ass—but unlike Weaver, at least he had a sense of humor. Cameron pretty much solved all of the computer problems we would have at that plant—usually between games of solitaire and articles from the Popular Science website. Emily flirted with all the guys at the plant, but I think she really had her eye on Cam.
As for Marshall—I didn't know him all that well. He'd just started a month or two before the incident. We were all just getting to know the kid. A little scatter-brained. Not too focused. I think Steve put him on my shift so he wouldn't have to deal with training the newbie. I liked Marshall... Wish I'd gotten to know him better.
I wish I'd gotten to know them all better.
World History 101
Posted by David Scott | August 1, 2007
I hope you're enjoying the episodes so far. You know, it's strange watching someone recreate a part of your life on film. I have vivid memories of everything that happened that night—but seeing it all actually play out again is a rather unusual experience.
But you know, I'm glad to get this out finally. The truth about what happened needed to be told—and you aren't going to get that from the government. They've been trying to shut me up and cover this up for more than two years now—but more on that later.
The end of this week's episode took us back about four years ago, to my senior year at San Francisco University—to the day I met Claire for the first time. I'll never forget arriving late to Dr. Parks' history class and him serendipitously assigning me to that seat next to the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. It's a wonder I learned anything in his class after that.
Dr. Parks was a fantastic teacher though. Never before had anyone so clearly connected for me how important history was to our own lives. I mean, here are all of these stories throughout the centuries, showing us every possible action and every possible consequence. And yet every day, we always find ourselves making mistakes—ignoring the lessons we all should've learned ages ago.
Yeah, that class was a pretty important turning point in my life. But, I'm probably boring you now, so I'll sign off until next week!
Welcome . . .
Posted by David Scott | July 25, 2007
It feels good to finally be able to talk about this. After all the cover-ups and getting gagged with red tape, the truth about what happened two years ago is going to be made public. But, first of all, I want to thank the filmmakers who believed me and my version of the story. Very little has changed between what I told them and what you’ll be seeing...although, I don’t look anything like the guy who plays me. They did get pretty close with Emily.
Of course, the government isn’t going to be too happy about all this. I don’t think they take too kindly to having their cover-ups uncovered. I have had to take some extra precautions to ensure that I’m able to remain safe once they come searching for me. They probably already have. I imagine they’ve already raided my apartment and found it empty, no trace of where I’ve gone to.
You should expect to hear from me every week as a new episode airs. Again, thanks to the filmmakers for setting up this private blog.
And dad, this time I know I’m doing the right thing.