I had a follow-up appointment to my factious interview with Ron at Big Blue, Scientology’s main foothold in LA. I drove alone in Rohanda’s car. Jacob gave me a cell phone converted into a one-way mic so that he could keep tabs on me.

The walk from my car into Big Blue was nerve racking. The stories that Jacob had told me kept cycling through my head. My legs quivered as I walked down the block towards the giant eyesore of a church. I remembered the autumn air. It was cool, clean, and odorless.
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Art by: Mark Kokopelli Watkins

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It’s all getting too confusing. The memories feel like they happened moments ago, while at the same time I know when they happened. My brain is like a pile of twisted kite string. I am afraid my judgment has been compromised, and I’m forced to trust Jacob. I’ll have to push through so I can begin to make sense of all this.
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