It was a Saturday in August when I first met Stewart. I was standing with Burt in a circle of guys and he was across from me. I’d had a few beers, but was not drunk. He had dark hair, was slightly taller than me, and looked like he went to the gym frequently. But it was his eyes that drew me in. There was just something about them. “Who is that guy? He looks so familiar.” “I don’t know him,” Burt answered. My curiosity got the best of me and I…