Well he'd made a snap judgement on me that one day as a group of us walked home from the Midway Mall that I was an "SP" and later all my friends, led by his brother left me and made me their personal outcast. The third party they put out on me ruining my high school years was horrendous, only to find out years later some of them were having homosexual relations in the neighbors playhouse, well hidden out back on a hill overlooking a golf course in N. Central Ohio and were terrified of what I knew through failed recruitment from my then best friend Paul Durisek, now dead from the years of mental anguish and suffering he went through after a failed suicide attempt after a failed hetero marriage to a thieving $cilon bitch who stole a bundle from his parents for her OT-3 package. When I fled their group and wouldn't participate, one of the Davis neighbor's friends tried to physically stop my exit by grasping me by the hood of my sweatshirt but I was fast as greased lightening and broke free never ever to return. But it left me in a shell shocked state where I wanted to know what had just landed upon and crushed me. People were witnessing blowjobs some of them were giving down at the overflow spillway at Nacy's pond, just behind the neighborhood with the other bi/curious/gay kids from Eastern Heights who had months earlier caught me on the pond on a raft they claimed was theirs and circled the pond getting naked to swim out and rape me. Hell, that's what they were shouting that they were going to do, to say I felt a depth of terror Id never felt before that wouldn't let me go is an understatement. That was my intro to Scientology and the rest's history.
I got in because I need to see what had destroyed me, in a nutshell. Only to become further destroyed like some glutton for punishment out to show them that "you can't destroy me, I'll capture your power from your very grasp". Dum. dum. dum.
I saw it's evil ahead of time yet got in anyway because I had begun to covet that kind of power by way of having it used against me! Maybe it could put me back together again was my desperate clinging thought. It created someone else instead where I used to stand.