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Hollywood Stories

Scientology

I think everyone who lives in LA has a Scientology story.
Mine is pretty short. A lot of people think it’s funny, but I
didn’t at the time. I still kind of don’t.
I don’t remember how I found Scientology. ͳey oĉered
me a place to stay for free, and this was during the period I
was living out of my car. ͳey said they would give me $50
a month to live there, and they would help me become a
superstar.
ͳat was cool and all, but I was really only interested in
them because they told me they could take the hurt out of
memories. I got some hurtful memories, that’s for sure.
ͳey were trying to get me to go do that thing they do,
where you talk about your bad memories as you hold these
metal handles, and they give you little electrical charges.
You talk about what’s making you so mad. I kept talking
about my shit, and it was still reading high. ͳey said, “Do it
again, tell it again, tell it again.” I must have told it mfteen
times, twenty times, the thing was still reading oĉ the