When I was 15 in 83 I was out from the HillyWilliams Home for Culturally Backward Boys. The Doctors there, being evil Psyks, had "fixed" my mind with drugs and massive dosses of Electricity. I was pronounced cured. All I could think about was killing people and getting more drugs. In short, I was a typical Psyk-patient.

I was looking for a place to get drugs and guns when i was nearly run down by a glider... The field I was looking for drugs in, it turns out, was a glider base. I ran up to the plane to whack the pilot about the head and shoulders. When I got there the canopy poped and out came a rakish redhead with a awe inspiring booming regal pressence. he saw me and seemed to know what i needed. "Boy" he said, "You need..... Auditing"

That word, "Auditing" i knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I needed it. The Red man introduced himself and asked me if i had any money. I did. I had just gotten a settlement from the state for the untimely death of Pa. Red man asked how much.... I told him.. "234,000.00" Red man smiled a warm smile and hugged me.... he lead me down the runway to a waiting limo. he spoke of how he could help me become a perfect spirtual being.....

Within a few short years I was an adult and i promptly withdrew all of that money out, thus ending the stipend I was giving the Church. I was hailed for my Big Win. Red man invited me onto his ship... I was in a brand new Sea org blue uniform!!! I was hanging my hammock in the same crawl space as Dave Miscavage, who later turned out to be my best friend. Oh the times we had!!! courses! Overboardings!!! Chain lockering!!!! the sublime joys of dressing Red! Catching his ashes!!!!! i shudder to think, even after all these years, about all those ashes I smeered over myself when no one was looking.... Red is a true Theta!!!

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