A Tale of Two Families: Director's Cut

March 18th, 2026. On the eve of a three-year 50B restraining order expiring, Steven Meyers Jr. performs a live, brutally honest forensic autopsy on the narrative used to exile him from his own bloodline.

In this episode, we move beyond the courtroom paperwork to examine the raw data of a family in freefall. From the "Institutional Ambush" at the Eddy Pub to the clinical betrayal of a trusted peer support specialist, Episode 3 deconstructs how the North Carolina legal system can be weaponized as a financial exit strategy and a tool for character assassination.

Inside the Audit:

• The SMS Fragmentation: How a technical glitch between Samsung and iPhone protocols was presented to a magistrate as "40 individual attacks."
• The $2,000 Debt: Examining the recorded verbal contract and the financial motive behind Angella’s legal filings.
• The Lion’s Den: A rare look at a high-tension de-escalation inside the Alamance County jail and the "Kitchen Family" that stepped in when biological ties were severed.
• The "Metherade" Truth: A deep dive into the clinical betrayal of Ethel Dixon. Steven recounts the moment of surrender—pouring out the substance in an act of recovery—only to have that vulnerability weaponized by RHA and the legal "Trinity."
• Reactive Trauma vs. Chronic Addiction: The science of the Amygdala and the biological reality of fighting for the right to be a father.

"You don't have to be a helicopter pilot to see a helicopter crashing into a tree and know somebody f***ed up." — Steve Hofstetter

The clock is out. The silence is over. Radical transparency is the only weapon left.

Show Notes & Forensic Links:

• Case Reference: Chapter 50B Domestic Protective Orders (Alamance County).
• Evidence Log: Text thread analysis (August 2022).
• Clinical Analysis: Reactive Trauma Response vs. Comorbidity.
• Support the Audit: https://thefirstamendmentcollection.creator-spring.com/

Warning: This episode contains raw discussions of litigation, substance use as a trauma response, and systemic institutional failure. Listener discretion is advised.

Transcript

SPEAKER_03 0:13

I'd really like to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for your consistent support by just listening to this podcast. It gives me a voice to push the true narrative of what happened, and I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. As they say, with great podcasts comes great responsibility. As a result of that, it is my responsibility to inform you, the listener, that the following program is part of an ongoing independent forensic audit titled The Myers Family Conspiracy. This episode contains detailed discussions of active and expired litigation, including Chapter 50B, Domestic Protective Orders, Criminal Cyberstalking Allegations, and Public Records requests, all filed within either Caswell or Alamance County, North Carolina. With respect to both sheriff's offices and judicial systems in each respective county, and all involved, all document.

SPEAKER_02 1:43

I can see my producer now.

SPEAKER_03 1:45

Take that out! You're gonna take that out, you can't leave mine in there. All documentation referenced, including medical notes, sworn testimony, and audio recordings, is being presented for the purpose of transparency and public accountability.

SPEAKER_02 2:09

This is a deconstruction of legal tactics and institutional failure. The views expressed here are a direct response to what I allege is the weaponization of the North Carolina General Statutes. This is episode three, A Tale of Two Families.

SPEAKER_03 2:38

Chapter 1. The Eve of Expiration. Tomorrow is March 18th, 2026. For three years, I have lived under the shadow of a piece of paper that legally defines me as a psychologically damaged drug-addicted monster. A 50B restraining order, the first one that ever mattered that I received. Excuse me, I've been dealing with allergies for like a fucking week. This beautiful tree in front of the house here is like wreaking havoc on my nose. It's like it's like partying without any of the fun. Or the come down, thank God. I'll take the allergies at this point. You get old, your body breaks down. It's life be life. Tomorrow, the 50 B that I deserved that the mother of my children fouled against me is set to expire. And I'm standing outside right now doing this symbolically. My recording studio set up in front of this beautiful tree. Just me. And God. Because before the clock runs out, I needed to do a complete forensic autopsy of how that monster was built.

SPEAKER_02 4:28

Oh, it's a beautiful car. Muscle car, it's beautiful. I don't know, it sounded so good though. Forgot how nice it was to just sit outside. I apologize. Let me get back to this, okay?

SPEAKER_03 4:44

I have no intentions of hiding behind public relations. I am going to give you the raw, unfiltered truth. Which is why this will be the only episode I do. Or I hold zero production value into it other than ensuring the audio is clear for you, the listener. Where no matter what volumey level, the volume you level, no matter what volumey level, no matter what volumey level you put it on.

SPEAKER_02 5:33

Okay, let me get back. No matter what volume level you listen to the podcast, or this particular episode, rather, and whenever you go back to something else that's gonna match it, this will, you know, match those standards.

SPEAKER_03 5:46

And I'm not gonna take any mistakes out. We're going straight through. Um, excuse me. I want the honesty of this whole particular story, anecdote, whatever, however it's called, to be out there. Like everything. So that way it's not just like, oh, we got an episode that's cyclically produced to lure someone in to make me, you know, more see more credible or more have more integrity. No, no, no. You're getting this episode doesn't need that. I mean, there's always been a really good balance of audio production with what I'm presenting in the podcast as material, right? Not with this episode, but this episode it's gonna be just strictly a voice. Me. Because the points that I'm making require me to be the only focus. There does not need to be additional help in conveying what needs to be interpreted or understood. Every word I'm about to say has value. Let's talk about my favorite comedian, Steve Hofstetter. I want you to go check out his tour dates. Uh I want to say they're on Stevehofstetter.com. But for those of you who don't know how to spell his name, it's uh Steve with a V. H-O-F-F Steve with a V. H-O-F-S-T-E-T-T-E-R. Just recently moved to North Carolina. Congratulations. Somewhere down in the Charlotte area. He's doing shows all the time. I'm gonna see him in August. I can't wait. I'm so excited. I love this guy. Now, he's got a bit, right, where he's talking about uh not having to be a helicopter pilot to see one crash into a tree and know somebody fucked up. And what I'm choosing to do is apply the logic that he's employing and the brilliant joke you should go listen to on YouTube. Just Google it, and then like, you know, if you like his stuff, buy some of his comedy albums. He's got some great stuff. Um, I'm applying that logic now to dad, Sue, and Angie. Like, I don't have to be a helicopter pilot to look at what they orchestrated and say, you guys are evil pieces of shit. I see the helicopter in the tree. I see the stolen valor of you posting photos with my kids playing the loving family while standing on my fucking throne. The father, y'all legally tried to exile. And you you you made Monica look awful. Like, let me tell you something. Y'all have no idea, man. She she will fuck you up. That woman hell have no fury like a woman's scorn, bro. And I'm telling you, once uh I'm moving forward, like I hope she don't ever get in no kind of trouble. And Monica's like really classy, like she wouldn't she would do things that like she wouldn't get her in trouble. You know what I mean? And when she finds out like how fucking evil dad, Sue and Angelo really are, and she discovers the shit that I know, I just hate to be in their shoes. It'd be like a damn, I can imagine it'd be like a 10-15 year saw movie plan. I I just hate it, I really hate to be in them. But moving forward, by the way, like let me just not like suggest that you know the mother of my kids is some kind of psychopath. No. I'm just saying that like she's just not somebody to mess with. So don't do it. And they've been messing with her bad, they've been playing her real bad. I allege that, I'm telling you, helicopter pilot. So, let's get back to this. I can see the helicopter, the dad's been flying as straight in the tree. I can see it playing this day, and I see the stolen valor of them posting photos online with Kiara and Olivia over the course of the past three years. Dad Angela. Sue's social media are mainly like you gotta be her friend, and well, I don't even think of her as a decent human being. Hang on a second. There you go, buddy. Come on in. Good boy. Alright. So before the arrest, the arrest, yeah. Oh yeah, yeah. Before the arrest, we have to talk about the Cold War, Thanksgiving, 2022. Fuck these allergies in the fucking mouth. You know, these allergies can suck a dick covered in herpes. And if you want to get your own suck a dick covered in herpes t-shirt, visit the first amendment collection. CreatorHyphenspring.com. That's the first amendment collection.

SPEAKER_00 11:10

CreatorHyphenspring.com.

SPEAKER_02 11:20

In November 2022, I was trying to be the good father. I reached out to my dad, Stephen Sr., and so we start a text exchange.

SPEAKER_03 11:32

I'm not gonna get into like exact wordings of what I said uh unless at some point it's actually required. I do have the text messages. Um I'm trying real hard right here because this episode is really emotional and like I don't want to start flipping out, so and I'm having to do it straightforward with no like you know, like uh stopping or anything like that. Does that make sense? So we're gonna just kind of like power through this um without me having to read the evil shit that went back and forth. I'm gonna paraphrase a lot of this. I I just wanted to take Yara to this family Thanksgiving thing that they were having. I thought it was a basic privilege, right? And it was during a time when I was gonna have visitation orchestrated through dad because uh Angela at this time, uh in the middle of November, um, it was like right near Scott's birthday, uh, which is um Veterans Day uh November 11th. So it was like sometime between that day and the 13th when this text exchange went down. And he's like, no, I uh I your sister's gonna be here, and I just don't and I don't want there to be problems. Like, well, I don't know what the fuck, what kind of problems you're gonna be talking about. Like, pick a side, motherfucker. Like, what do you mean? Dude, like, she's a fucking lying piece of shit. Are you serious? Like, this you can't say awful things about people and then just hide and be like, God. Like, fuck fuck you and your horse. I'm speaking of god, that's when my dad starts playing, he's denying the request, just no logic, just gatekeeping. So I'm denied access to my child, my amygdala, if I'm saying it right. Brain's alarm system take over, and I'm losing polite language because of fighting for survival. Let me tell you something, I'm like losing my fucking mind, dude. So I remember saying something along the lines too. I was like, look, I just I'm gonna show up and uh whatever happens, you guys aren't gonna like it. And all I was gonna do is cuss them out.

unknown 13:41

Right?

SPEAKER_03 13:41

I wasn't gonna do anything. I don't have I don't have a history of doing anything physical unless somebody attacks me. And that's happened a few times, but like nothing crazy. You know what I mean? Like, nothing to the point of where like I'm having like you know, 20 million street fights. Like, that's just insane. You know, only only you know, like a hardened criminal would would be like that. And that's not me. No disrespect to any of them, of course. So he's just like, yeah, if you show up, you'll be arrested because you know, fuck you, and I'm gonna help steal your kids, and I'm a piece of shit. And fuck I love Donald Trump. I don't care that he's a pedophile. Like it was like it was this he's watching me spy all through these texts instead of acting like a grandfather, uh who you know, he acts like an informant. He's beta testing the restraining order in effect. Like he pushed my buttons until I gave him the angry content he needed to get the restraining order. And he lied all over that motherfucker, holy shit. Saying that like I've hit him and I've punched holes in the walls and told him I was a drug dealer. Same thing with Sue. Like Sue just copied what he said on the restraining order, and it was lazy as fuck. Like, like Oopaloop is just like, uh, whatever my husband says because that's okay, I'll just go along with that. I got money, I'm I'm fucking ugly as shit, but I suck a mean dick though. I got an 800 credit score at work, so where's my signature go? No, he's not a veteran. No, I've never known him to be a veteran. Where do I find? I mean, it was fucking retarded as fuck, dude. This whole thing was just moronic, absolutely moronic. And I just I fell for it hook, line, and sinker. In text message, too.

SPEAKER_01 15:20

Like, here's a record.

SPEAKER_03 15:22

It's not like, oh, I can just excuse me, please. Lie about it and get away with it, and fuck no, bro. It's there. Now let's see what happens when that trail leads to the Eddie pub. Why does that matter? Oh, these allergies are Satan's fucking dirty whore cunt fuck. Started with uh the next chapter. The institutional ambush and the lion's dead. I was working a double shift at the Eddie pub in Saxbaha, which consists of going in at 10, making hollandaise, setting up stations, making sure everybody had their utensils, getting dish pit ready, and preparing for 11 o'clock service. You better have your shit ready. We're fucking doing this. It was it was tough, but it was good. It was honest work, you know. And uh I'd work from 10 until like two, have a two-hour nap or two-hour whatever I wanted to do. Generally, I just kind of relax and kind of play it by ear or sit in my car, and nobody fucking me. I had 10 windows, it was fine. Like I had no nobody bothered me at all. And uh I come in at four and finish my shift at nine o'clock. And this was like a very common shift, very, very common for me. And others as well. There's others that had did this shift. Now, the day before, uh I got a phone call from uh a deputy at the sheriff's department. I don't know his name. He wasn't a dick, he was a nice guy, but he's like, look, you got some papers that we need to come talk to you about. And I'm like, okay, well, what other? He's like, well, if you come on down to meet us here at the sheriff's department, you can sign him and be on your way. And I was like, okay, that sounds great, but uh, I'm gonna talk to my lawyer about it, and he's not in until Monday. Uh I know this, and I knew that because I actually had to talk to Brian and he wasn't gonna be in until Monday. So it wasn't like I was bullshitting the cop. I just was like, dude, I I I I'm trying like to be short of saying, hey, fuckface, I don't speak to cops without attorney's president. And I was not rude to this man. I was very nice to him. Hang on a second. Come here, buddy. Go on in. Go boy. And uh I was very nice to him. I was just like, yeah, no problem. I'll talk to my attorney, he's Brian Ray, and I promise you, like, I'm not running away from this. Remember, he called my phone and I answered it because anytime a private number calls, I know it's the fucking cops. The motherfuckers never call from a number. It's like it's like they don't want you to have their number, but like you can I don't know. I don't want to get into the whole you know merits of cracking a private number. Let's just like leave that alone. But they made this call. I just I was like, I'll we'll deal with it tomorrow or whatever. Um I'm sorry, not tomorrow. Sorry, it's a little taxing. We'll deal with it Monday, and they're like, okay, well that's fine. You have yourself a good day, you two, no problem, goodbye. I thought that was it. Nope. Fuck no, bro.

unknown 18:28

No.

SPEAKER_03 18:29

These motherfuckers called my boss at the Eddie pub. He deputized my workplace. Okay, they called and told. So you've got, let's see here, you got Paul who's a co-owner, you've got Amanda who is a new manager, um, oh god. Chef Isaiah was there because he was helping transition Chef Ben. Although Chef Isaiah was, excuse me, please, sorry, again, allergies. Chef Isaiah was uh like off and on, like every couple of days he'd come in. Okay, that's all it was. It wasn't anything like permanent because he was leaving at the end of December to go do his thing with Rocky Run Farm. And Chef Ben. And Chef Damien. I think those were the only people involved in the meeting. Oh, in the Alamance County Sheriff's Department. And they're basically trying to get work to keep me there so they can come serve me and arrest me. So my job knew I was gonna get arrested, and I'm not mad that nobody said a word to me at all about it. It's not their responsibility, it's nobody's fight. That's all I have to say about it. What about that? So now um, I just happened to have closed my station really early. I'm gonna leave. I'm I'm I'm about to go on a date that I've been trying to go on for a long time because I'm really depressed. And this girl finally said, Yes, I would love to spend some time with you. So, yay! That sounds like fun. Well, chef Damien is like uh I I I'm not gonna again speak for him, but I can tell you what he said to me and what it all seemed like. And Chef Damien's an honorable dude. He was my sous chef, and he pulls me in the office, and he's like, Hey man, listen. Um, so the Alvinus County Sheriff's Office called us, and blah blah blah. He told me everything I just told you. And I said, Fuck this, I'm out of here. Nope. And I walked outside and he follows me and he's like, hey man, listen, just I'll stand with you. But whatever this is, we gotta figure this out because you don't want to fuck this up. You know, you got a kid going on, and like I see what you're going through, I'll stand with you. Well, he did. He did. So I give him my phone after I notice that there are sheriff's deputies over at the post office parked up, and I call the sheriff's department. I'm like, hey, look, I know that you guys tried to set me up here at my job. I'm not trying to start shit with y'all. I'm not angry, but I have a really bad history with y'all, and I don't want to get jumped again. So if y'all just come up here, uh, we need to work this out right now. Like, I'm gonna go walk down here by the Hob River Ballroom and stand in the light. I'm not like an asshole. Like, I'm doing everything I can to convince these motherfuckers, like, I'm not trying to like fight, but I'm really about to lose my shit. Because I think they're gonna fight me. Because up until this point, you know, all I'm getting from them is either, excuse me, sir, are you selling marijuana in Alamance County? Inquiries, or I'm getting my ass whooped, or I'm getting harassed. The treat Steven Myers Jr. with respect in Alamance County as long as he treats us with respect. Um, the whole concept was new as fuck to me, okay? So, with the sheriff's department's like, no problem, we'll see you over there. I'm like, okay. Check this out. Sorry, hang on a second. Yo, I forgot I had weed in my car first.

SPEAKER_01 22:13

I asked him, hey, can I hide this weed real quick? He's like, yeah, go ahead and hide real quick, so I did. I mean, what's she going to arrest me? Fuck y'all. Let's fucking eat dicks. We walk over, he's filming.

SPEAKER_03 22:34

Um the uh we're standing in front of the ballroom. I'm trying really hard not to freak out because I think I'm like a beating's about to happen again. I'm gonna give you guys a spoiler alert so people don't be like acting all suspenseful, like, you know. I I I got butt fucked with a pickle. Nah, man. They treated me with a lot of respect. It was not. This is more fun than I thought. Oh my god, this emotional episode is extremely cathartic. Alright, let's get to it though, but listen, okay? Let's just get back to this. Um, we're outside, um, my kitchen family's coming out, and you can see them standing like Melvin was out there. Ryan had came out for a minute because he's leaving with his uh fiance had pulled up and they were watching what happened, and other employees, like and also the entirety of Sax Baja that was out that fucking night, which was a lot of motherfuckers, and there was a thing going on at the Hall River Ballroom. So there's a lot of motherfuckers, a lot of motherfuckers, like everywhere, watch out of nowhere, out of nowhere, two Alamance County deputies walk up to me. Now, let's establish something really quick. There are no blue lights at all. No sirens, nothing loud. And the encounter I'm about to describe was probably the best introduction encounter I've ever had with Sheriff's Department, and I hope that this is something that um, which I've actually seen, I hope it continues, is a root that just takes hold in their personality. Because I mean I know sometimes they deal with people in their worst days, and I'm gonna tell you right now, this day wasn't a fucking good one. These guys were fucking champs. So, Deputy Rice and Deputy, not sure, come over. Sorry, I don't know his name. He's he was a nice guy, very nice guy, I just don't know his name. They come over. Uh I mean it's on film, I got the whole thing on film, but like I just don't remember his uh the name. You're Steven Myers. Yes, I am, and uh he's like, we got uh some 50 B's and things for you, but there's something else, I just I need to double check. And I looked at Damie and I said, Bro, I think I'm gonna get arrested.

SPEAKER_01 24:55

He's like, Yeah, I think so too. Like, fuck. They leaves over and comes back, and the deputy asks me a question. I forget what I was like.

SPEAKER_03 25:05

I'm sorry, officer, I'll speak to the attorney stuff. Or I'll speak to cops on the attorney person. I'm not trying to be disrespectful.

SPEAKER_00 25:10

He's like, no, no, no problem, no problem.

SPEAKER_03 25:11

I was like, I promise I'm not gonna move you.

SPEAKER_01 25:13

He's like, nah, don't go.

SPEAKER_03 25:15

Fuck that. I don't want to get my ass whipped. Because for real, they would have tackled the fuck.

SPEAKER_01 25:20

These are big motherfuckers, these guys were not small, not at all.

SPEAKER_03 25:25

But they were so fucking nice. So Debbie de Rice comes back over, right? And Deputy Rice is like, listen, you're uh you're under arrest um for cyber stalking. And I'm like, really, really, you're under what? Yep. So Debbie De Rice has 350Bs and an arrest warrant for cyberstalking Angela. And I'm just like, what the fuck? In August of 2022, I had uh sent, and I'm paraphrasing here because I don't want to get pissed off. I sent Angela when I found out how much of a piece of shit she was for letting someone have the information that she chose to divulge about setting me the fuck up for everything that's going on. I'm gonna tell you, she's gotta leave them fucking dope alone. God damn. She'll have you talking. And I know who her plug is, so it gets worse and worse for her. I sent her this uh one single massive text message telling her to get out of my life. All gone. Because of SMS protocol character limits, her character split that one message into 34, I think, 144 character chunks. I tell you how long that motherfucker was. You got an iPhone if you're a grown-up, you send another person a message, it's a small little box with a little arrow to the right. And that motherfucker tells you, hey, if I touch this, there's a novel. You know it ahead of time. Apple's like warning you, hey, this motherfucker got something to say. You go up, he got some splaying to do, you got some listening, and it'd just be like that. But it gives you the option to know. Not fucking it's Samsung. These piece of shit androids are just like and the next thing you know, one text message turns into 34. I think it was 34, right? Well, she took that technical glitch to a Caswell County magistrate with this whole fucking white woman, racist church going dope motherfucker, insisting that I am this psychopath who's been torturing her forever, and these are 34 individual obsessive attacks. I allege this is contextual fraud. And while we are talking about Angela's credibility, Angela owes me $1,700 of a $2,000 debt. Look, I have it on tape. A recorded verbal contract where she admits to the debt. Well, I mean, it's not so much an admission, I'm just saying you're I'm loaning you this money, you're gonna pay me back $100 a month. That's all I asked. Yes, I will. Okay, great. Here you go. Get on tape. So when you look at the text, I was the one holding her accountable. I was the one repeating, shame on you for what she's done to this family. She didn't file those papers because she was scared. She filed them to silence the person she owes nearly two grand to. All for fucking money? You dopey piece of shit. Fuck you. So we pull up to the jail, right? Everything's chill. This is the Lion's Den, though. You gotta remember, people have died at the Alamance County Detention Center. Somebody just died at the Alamance County Detention Center. This shit's serious, man. They don't fuck around there, man. You you don't want to be there. Now, Detective Nash, he's waiting there. He's a good dude. He's just like uh Deputy Rice. By the way, Deputy Rice is now a sergeant. But uh, yeah, like he serves me and he's just very chill and nonchalant and not aggressive. There's also a horseshoe of law enforcement around me, half in uniform, half in plainclothes, and nobody's fucking moving. Nobody's got their hands on their guns. These guys are all like chill as fuck. I swear. This is weird. So Detective Nash serves the 50B's from dad and Sue. I'm standing there wearing my Ray-Ban stories, not recording at this time. Um, I already knew I was on camera everywhere, it didn't matter. Cops are all wearing cameras. I don't know about the undercover, or not undercovers, I don't know about the clean clothes ones rather, but whatever. There's cameras fucking everywhere. I'm reading this fabricated narrative, and they claimed I hit them, put holes in the walls, said I was a drug dealer. I'm not a very good drug dealer if I'm telling people I'm a drug dealer. Not a drug dealer. That's just fucking retarded. So as I'm standing there reading this absolute fiction, I flipped the fuck out. I I I I went full retard. I was spastic. My system just redlined. I started reacting to the lies on the page because it was so far from the truth. But then something happened that I didn't expect. Instead of jumping on me, these deputies stayed calm. They were actually respectful and nice. Nobody was rude. They started de-escalating me, and because they stayed cool, I was able to start de-escalating myself. It was completely off-kilter from what I've experienced before. And in that moment, I was genuinely grateful for that level of professionalism. Seriously. So I now walk to the magistrate after getting fingerprinted and everything. Sergeant Rice is, well, deputy rather is like, you know, uh, you're good, you're gonna be out of here in like an hour or so. Just chill, go through this process, have a good night. Please be safe. And then I started realizing something as he left. I I sorry, I looked away from the mic there. I started realizing something as he left. I realized that uh nobody fucking uh treated me like I was a threat. Oh, especially when I flipped out about the 50C. When I read Angela's 50 C, that the when it was dismissed with prejudice, uh, because that was when this was filed. Oh, yeah, like, because I know I talked about that initially in one of the episodes in season one, but you know, just culminating a little bit of a circle arc here. Uh fuck yeah, like I lost my goddamn mind reading that motherfucker, and I'm screaming out loud, like, what the fuck is this bitch serious? Are you fucking what the f like and the cops are all calming me down, they're putting hands on my shoulders and not my back, which I didn't take as a threat. First of all, the last place you want to take anything as a threat unless it's an inmate is Alamance County Detention Center. If they touch you, don't fucking resist. No.

SPEAKER_01 32:56

Fuck no, bro, they'll fucking kick your ass.

SPEAKER_03 33:00

And I mean it. Like it's not a bad thing to be known for. Like I'm just saying it's a bad thing to be known for what's going on there with people dying. Like, that's kind of a little sus, but uh, I didn't die and everything worked out for me, so I'm not trying to like, you know, jump on that bandwagon of, you know, I have to really worry about death when I go there if I ever have to go there. I just have to worry about how soon can I get a hold of Robert Davis. You know, I hope he doesn't hate me too much anymore to take my money.

SPEAKER_00 33:28

Please don't talk to me about January 6th.

SPEAKER_01 33:32

I love you, man.

SPEAKER_03 33:35

I know we ain't like friends or nothing, but you're still a good dude, bro. I'd still call you to bail me out. Alright, I go to the magistrate. This window looks like Hannibal Lecter. Like, straight up to the T. It's like I'm being interviewed by a fucking psychiatrist who knows everything about me before I do and wants to eat my brains. Nope, it was the nicest lady. Alright, she's just like, look, we're gonna give you a $2,000 unsecured bond, Mr. Myers, and you're gonna be walking out of here at about midnight in about an hour. Huh? She's like, Yeah, you're just gonna have a scene holding for a minute. Uh you're gonna get your mugshot taken, and then we're gonna go ahead and just discharge you. You'll be out in about an hour. About midnight.

unknown 34:16

I'm like, oh my god.

SPEAKER_03 34:18

Oh my god, thank you. So I almost started crying, I was like, thank you so much, oh my god, like so. Here's what what I put forth that forensically that means that the physical evidence did not match the fuck up with the hysteria of this paperwork. Because in an hour, I'm on the phone with Damien and tells me to walk to cookout and Graham and meet Isaiah. Why are any of these people relevant? Well, you know who Isaiah is. You know who Damien is. Then chef Isaiah Allen, executive chef, relink machine control to executive chef Ben Gill, and is now Isaiah Allen, the proud co-owner with Whitney Allen of Rocky Run Farm. So not my dad, not my sister, no blood, nobody that claimed to love me my entire life came to get me out of this nightmare. You know who came to get me out of this nightmare? My chef. It's a good man right there. Next chapter is a short one. It's the cruiser and the neurological override. Now remember, Deputy Rice cuffed me behind a tree to preserve my dignity. He used the textbook de-escalation tactic. When I when I when I got in the back of that cruiser, with my hands cuffed in front of me, by the way. Did I mention? I probably didn't, I'm sorry. I again came to the realization, like I had mentioned prior, there were no blue lights anywhere, just silence. Still my brain went into that catastrophic PTSD flashback to the 2020 beating. Regardless of their efforts. Even though with their efforts, I was able to come out of it and realize that nothing but what was going to happen, what was going to happen, and it wasn't going to be anything that had happened to me prior that I would have to worry about. So essentially, my sympathetic nervous system had redlined. But Rice had acted as uh an external co-regulator. He spoke calmly. He had promised me I'd be out in a few hours, and for the first time in months, excuse me, a law enforcement officer gave me a predictable timeline and actually kept his word. We're in the next chapter of the Kitchen Family. So I said, walk out of jail the nine at midnight. Isaiah's there. We go back to the pub. So when we get back to the pub, while the conversation between him and I, I'll just keep with me. That's that's our business. Um I told him as soon as we get there, I want him to just look at the paperwork and be the judge. Because that's just kind of how it is, man. Paperwork says everything. I don't give a fuck who you are. You show paperwork and I'll clear your name real fucking quick. And the paperwork backed up, you know, pretty much how I have been acting this whole entire time, you know. It makes sense. At least to him. I mean, you'd have to ask people who worked with me at the Eddie Pub, like, what I was like when the custody case was going on, and that'd tell you, I was fucking crazy. Like, I lost my shit a lot. I can't imagine anybody going through this and like having a good time with it, you know. But let me tell you what he does. He reads the paperwork, essentially looks at me and tells me I'm getting fucking screwed, and then he does what a real family does. He makes me this massive bacon with a little bit of pimento cheese sandwich. And do you know what high protein comfort food does after an adrenaline dump? It forces your parasympathetic nervous system to engage. So Isaiah looks at me and he says, Yeah, you're coming in tomorrow, or kick some ass, you know, you got a family and a future here. He gave me my identity back on the night my biological family tried to legally fucking erase it. Next chapter is the timeline gap and the courtroom trap. Now we enter the legal trap, the Monica 50B. Angela gave Monica the Lethal Threat audio recording on November 14th, 2022. But Monica didn't file the restraining order until December 12th. In between, I had at least six six uh six supervised visits. Excuse me, with Monica and Chiara. I know I should redo that, but I don't care. No incidents. If a mother is in imminent fear, she does not supervise six play dates over 30 days. That recording was a tactical reserve. I don't think it was Monica's idea to do all this. I know she was scared, and I deserved to be punished for that part, but like, fuck. Who is feeding the flames here, you know? Let me let me just get back to it. I don't want to negate from you know what's going on here. So Judge Larry Brown is a man I respect. We refer to him as the boss. Chiara knows him as the boss. This man called me psychologically damaged after uh during the uh 50B hearing. I I uh I I had uh acted out of temper twice. I ripped the paper in half by scribbling through it with a pen. It was pretty violent. And then I picked up a piece of paper and ripped it in half in the middle of our testimony. Like, what the fuck? Oh my god, it was so immature. I'm felt like a f afterwards. I mean, during it I felt like a baller, like, oh fuck this shit. Nobody here gives a fuck. This is dumb. I can't like nobody here fucking wants to hear what I have to say, and then they're letting her lie on the stand, and like really, like Monica's not lying on the stand, she's just giving her interpretation of what the fuck went down, and that's her interpretation. Like, how how can I be like, no, no, you know? Like that's her interpretation of it, and I have mine, and like it would have been fair if I hadn't have flipped the fuck out. My testimony was fine, like it was just me getting angry and shit. Like, the drugs were whatever. If I had just given them fucking drug tests that were clean, they'd be happy with it, and that I eventually was able to. Nearly three years later, when I could afford $900 worth of fucking drug tests. But Judge Larry Brown called me psychologically damaged, and he was right. I was suffering from an acute disassociative break caused by the kidnapping of my children. Monica played the tape where I said I didn't want the kids to grow up without a mother. Um I don't know if uh look, I said some awful shit. Alright. I think what I'm gonna do out of respect for everybody involved is not repeat what exactly what I said. Okay? Um I think. Well, actually, that probably may not be the best route. Actually, that's I don't think that is the right route. Um let me uh give me just a second here. I'm sorry, I was about to go a very wrong choose your own adventure route down this podcast episode, and that is not where I'm trying to be here. Um here are the things that were in the restraining order that I said. Um I'm gonna just read exactly what she said from words, word for word. Uh at 111422, I received an audio recording from Stephen's sister, where he states all he can think about is violence and revenge and payback. Stephen also states I don't give a shit who you tell any of the things I said. I do not care, I don't give a fuck. No offense, I don't give a fuck. If you stood up in the courtroom and said what I said, I do not care because it's all true. The main reason I don't want to put a bullet in Monica's head is because I don't want my kids to grow up without a mother. Um, on the same audio recording, Steven makes more threats uh not only towards myself, but towards my mother as well. Um so every bit of this is 100% true. I said all of that. I was having a mental break. Um I should have realized it and went to a like my counselorman, like I think I'm having a crisis moment here, and I think I need some help. Which would have been the one time where going to a hospital would have actually been a good idea. But that didn't happen. So instead, my sister records me unscrupulously when I'm having this fucking psychosis breakdown and I'm saying things that I A, obviously don't mean B I I I shouldn't be saying it. Angela should be like putting me in check. If if Angela was saying shit like this about her husband, I'd be like, What the fuck is wrong with you? And that didn't happen. She Can clearly hear her just basically enabling this conversation. So now we have now. I need to say one last thing before I continue. I don't think that there's a way for words to convey an apology for what I've said. Because you can say I'm sorry all day long for shit like that, and it don't fucking matter. So, what I've chosen to do is when I'm able to offer an apology for Monica, it'll be genuine and short, but the main focus of that portion of the conversation, that awkward fucking conversation, is gonna be action. For the past three years, it took me in that time frame, a year and a half, to come to the fact that Monica did what she did with the information that she had, and me reacting the way that I did did not help fucking anything. Okay? And so there's like a 50%. Well, I get why you acted the way you acted, but what the fuck? You know, these the other 50%. And I I I hold nothing against her. I've already publicly said this. Uh I stand by that. So it's been about a year and a half that I've had an attitude change about things, and I will continue to show her respect. I will continue to be courtesy or courteous to her. Um and I wish her well in her life. I I am not in I I don't know what else to say. It's just action that has to. I'm just gonna continue to be me and do what I said I was gonna do, and and that's that. And she let her see that. And uh hopefully the kids see that too. I'm treating their mother with respect, and they learn when they grow older. Hey, look, well, yeah, in the beginning there was really goddamn rough, but he finally he finally figured it out. You know. So having dark thoughts when you're pushed to the brink is human. Having the integrity not to act on it is what separates a father from a murderer. It never touched anybody. Now, the threat about her ex that abused her. Yeah, I said that shit. Um I said that shit because Angela was gaslighting me. I can't prove this happened because Angela's not gonna admit it. She's a fucking coward. She won't even talk to me, so. What the fuck are you gonna do? Like, we weren't You're lying, Stephen. You said eat shit and fuck your face, piece of fuck. But uh, I was gonna contact him because Angela was telling me Monica's past abuse was a lie. There we are. Talk about a how well she knows now. Surprise! Angela's a piece of shit. You're allowing the kids around her, and guess what? I know she's the one who told everybody that I was abusing my children by hurting them and beating them in their entire lives, and guess what?

SPEAKER_02 47:01

I didn't do that.

SPEAKER_03 47:09

I was wrong. Vermonica was definitely a pawn in a game she did not realize she was playing. That's because Angela and Dad and Sue had their little hands on them motherfucking um, what do you call it where you're uh marionettes? That's it, marionettes. Alright, next chapter is clinical betrayal in the methrate truth.

SPEAKER_01 47:32

Methrade? What the fuck? Yeah.

SPEAKER_03 47:35

Yup, methrate. They claimed I attempted suicide with fentanyl. They claimed I mixed methamphetamine in my gaynrine. Here's the truth. Yes. I was pushed to the absolute edge. I told my sister about the fentanyl suicide attempt that I had in uh early April of 2022 after believing and ultimately being right, of course, that I was being erased from my family and my kids. Yeah, sure did. I was gonna leave my kids a bunch of money and off myself. Facts. And I died for two and a half minutes, so you know I had succeeded. And I have a lot of shame for that, and I don't want to talk about it anymore, because I don't I don't I'll start getting angry and fucking this podcast up. And I'm just I don't really have it. There's nothing else to really like add to it anyway, so I guess that's a good point to kind of like just drop it off at that, because those are facts. All that is a fact. Um and those are the facts of that situation. So moving forward. Um I'm sorry to anybody who's you know triggered by that, or you know, I'm not trying to fuck with your shit, but this is real life, and that's kind of where it was. And I told my sister about it. And this bitch goes back and tells Monica that I overdosed on fentanyl and ended up in the hospital. Like words, you know, they mean things, right? You know? She handed that shit to Monica like a silver fucking stake in a silver platter to ensure my destruction. So let's talk about the woman who weaponized my recovery. Ethel Dixon. Back in 2015, Ethel and I were in Sayop together. Uh I went there after I had the uh issue um where I went on the Coke and dirty whore vendor after my brother died, and you know, that whole deal. Um come out of the hospital. I voluntarily go to Sayop. All voluntarily. God, I was stupid. This shit's fucking dumb. But, anyways, we're peers. We hung out. I thought she was caught. Little chunky fat, cute chick. Smoked Bunts of City Park together. I thought we were gonna hook up. I wanted to. And she looked at me, she's like, what you say is what you gay at. Look, we didn't end up hooking up. Not at all. We never even kissed. We didn't, it wasn't even nothing like that. There was flirting, but no. You know, you'll get in a car with a man and ride to a city park and get high with him, a bunch of weed just to be like all flirty and flirty, you know. She didn't try asking me for money or anything like that, so you know, thought she was serious, but nah, not at all. I didn't know what she meant by that, but I finally figured it out. What I saw was just a woman who was full of shit. It's all good. She went into me at all. Just wanted to get high. So fast forward to the custody battle. Ethel's now my peer support specialist. Sorry. There's some plausible issues right there. The sorry. Ethel's now my peer support specialist at RHA. What the fuck? What the fuck, bro? Now all I'm gonna tell people is this. I don't care how angry you are, I don't care how autistic you are, don't care, listen to your goddamn lawyer, do what the fuck he says word for word. If you don't, you're gonna end up having happen to you what happened to me. That's all I'm gonna say. That's all I'm gonna say. Jesus fucking Christ. I'm so stupid. So, anywho, moving forward. So one time she uh comes to my apartment for an in-person therapy meeting. I trusted the Pierre Bond. Um I uh specifically asked her if I could speak to her in confidence that she would keep what I said out of her notes. She looked me in the eye and she promised that she would. So I opened up. I told her, I told her I was cracking. I needed an escape from the agony of losing my kids. I brought out the Gatorade, the methrain. I basically look, I put a bunch of drugs in this bottle of Gatorade and shook it up, and I had a party. That's all I did. Alright, and like I had the like shit left over, and my kid was coming soon, and I needed to just get clean and shit. I was having guilty thoughts. So, you know, like I said, I opened up and shit. I poured it out right in front of her as I'm talking to her about the shit, in the sink, washed it out, poured it out again, and put it in the fucking trash can, tied up the bag, and put it outside. Like I was gonna take it out to the dumpster later, because that's exactly what I did. I was choosing life. What did Ethel Dixon do? She took that confession, she broke her word, and she put it all into her clinical notes. Dan Bullard subpoenaed them.

unknown 52:36

Yeah.

SPEAKER_03 52:37

You want to talk about never getting mental health help again? Let your plaintiff's um let it become common, uh, how you put it, let it become a thing where the plaintiff's lawyer is consistently going to have access to your medical history because it's in the court order. And that shit gets signed off by a judge. Fuck, man.

SPEAKER_01 53:05

It's nuts, dude.

SPEAKER_03 53:07

Anywho, anywho, um, so Dan Buller subpoenas them. He used the word comorbidity in court to paint me as a lifelong addict. Now, I fought him on that because I'm not a drug addict, and you know, I feel like I made my fucking point with him. Excuse me. There's one point where he's like, I want to get permission to treat Mr. Myers hostile. I'm like, oh hell yeah, we're gonna get hostile sometimes. And the judge is like, no, no, I don't mean nothing like that. Like, just how he questions you. I was like, oh man, I never can have any fun. Sorry, Your Honor. He's all looking at me like I'm a motherfucker. It was Judge Brown's awesome, man. Anywho, uh there's a biological difference between chronic addiction and acute trauma coping. I wasn't seeking a high, I was seeking a pause button for the agony. Ethel Dixon knew that. And when Dad and Sue filed their second restraining order on February 27th of 2024, I think. No, sorry. February 27th of 2025. My bad. I had the year wrong. February 27th of 2025. I called her out on a Facebook live video. I put the truth in the public square. She jumped on that live for about five minutes and couldn't handle the accountability clearly, and then blocked me. That is not professional support or even holding yourself accountable for the fuck shit you did. That is a coward running from the truth. She helped distort. That is fucking AA and NA's finest right there. Showing you how great their system works. That's RHA's finest! Damn Ethel, what the fuck?

SPEAKER_01 55:10

That's so fucked up.

SPEAKER_03 55:12

But the truth outlasts the paperwork. By uh December 2025, I passed three hair follicle tests. I proved the math, I'm clean, not the monster in Ethel's notes. And remember, I'm allowed to test positive um of cannabis anytime by the court, should I have to take any more hair follicle drug tests. So, eat, fucking eat my shorts. Now, next chapter is called the expiration. I threatened DSS. Well, I should actually say this is the last chapter. I did threaten DSS, um, because that was mentioned in the uh order, uh, the restraining order application. I definitely did threaten DSS because uh, as I mentioned before, someone was posting naked pictures of our kids. What the fuck? I'll defend that forever. I threatened the Trinity because they stole my bloodline. Ultimately, I own my rage. But tomorrow is March 18th, and the order has a possibility of dying, and maybe I'll have a chance to finally show her face to face under whatever environment she's comfortable with. That you know I've changed. I don't hold her responsible for shit. And I hold myself responsible for my part in everything. And I just want to move on to co-parent Kiara and figure out what the fuck's going on with Olivia. Because what happened is fucked up, and we're gonna get to the bottom of it one way or another. Like that's happening. Okay? Like, if the worst case scenario comes that I gotta wait till she's 18 to have a fucking talk with her, then guess what? We're gonna wait. She's nine years old, I only got another nine years. We're gonna figure it out. So somebody fucking lied. And her name was Angela Aiken, it wasn't Steven Myers Jr. Put me, Monica, and Angela in the same room. Please, right now. I mean, not for anything crazy. I just I want to have an honest conversation. I won't even raise my voice above this. I'll keep my voice right here, no matter what. And I will be Angela's 13th reason why. And I will also show Monica that I have the ability to chill the fuck out. And just let the truth be the truth, and show that my motive is what I meant it to be. To show respect and courtesy to Monica, to co-parent with her, and with Kiara, co-parent Kiara with her, and that's my only main motive when it comes to Monica. I mean, are there things that I want to happen? Like conversations, yes, but the conversations are not motives. They are conversations. I've never been silent about wanting to have them. But the good thing about conversations is once you have them, they're over. They never have to happen again. So, Monica, I don't blame you. I believe you were manipulated on half of the end, and the other half of the end was me just acting like a maniac because I was exposed to so much shit that you just don't even know about yet. I mean, I have to be careful about how much I release in the podcasts because, like, I don't know if you're listening to it. I mean, to not know that this exists is insane to me because it's so public. I mean, go Google, like, like I got sent screenshots of like who is Steven Myers Jr. What is the Myers Family Conspiracy? And it's this fucking crazy, like, AI article comes up about a deep dive into me as a human being and then fucking who I uh who the pot what the podcast is, like, note for note, and it's like, whoa, dude, this is actually starting to be something that search be that searchable on on Google and come up like that. It's pretty crazy, you know. Like, but good. Cause dad, Sue and Angela need to fucking hear this shit and get called the fuck out for what they've done. And it's gonna continue until I finally get to the end of the story, and then I can walk away from this, and this just is what it is, and like I don't really give a fuck at that point what happens. You know, they'll have been held accountable by this story being public, and if they ever want to get in a room with me, well, I'll make it happen. I'll make it happen tomorrow. Anytime, I'm easy to find. Let's do it. So, you know, they might have won the battle of the paperwork, but Angela, you still owe me two grand, and you know, shame on you, bitch. Like, you can hide behind any of the 50 B's you want to try filing again, but you can't hide from the truth. So this was episode three. I am Stephen Myers Jr. I am a father, I have survived your bitch ass siege, and I have taken my name back. Thanks for listening.