I survived and cancer burned the last vestige (I hope!) of the insanity of Scientology out of me. And for that I am eternally grateful.
Scientology and Cancer
Scientology Success Story
One of the pillars of the Scientology Prison is this idea: If you ever leave Scientology, you’ll come to ruin.
Outward Bound
In the end I decided on the Idaho program, a 28 day trip, 14 days in the Sawtooth Mountains backpacking and mountaineering and 14 days river rafting on the Snake River. The program was the following summer… My folks paid the $300 for the tuition and I was ready to go.
The List
It seems that everyone is telling everyone else how to think or act or behave.
A Detour Through Louisiana and Other Near Death Adventures
Our destination that day was La Porte, Texas, going to visit my sister. The plan was to see her for a day or two before we headed down to the border and crossed the river to Piedras Negras, into Mexico starting our long journey to the bottom of South America…but right now what we needed... Continue Reading →
West Texas, Aliens and Other Strange Rangers
The darkness was almost complete. The car’s headlights seemed to make no difference, they were just swallowed up in the deep darkness of the West Texas night…we hurtled east, along interstate 10 stoned out of our minds when suddenly there were lights, signs, a detour and then, immediately, a road block. A flood light beamed... Continue Reading →
Running Away
Interstate Highways are like arteries. If you stand on the edge you might get swept off to god knows where. Every time you get a ride you get to hear someone’s story, and tell a new version of your own.
Fitting In
You can avoid almost all conflicts if you maintain a quantum state, if you never take a stand.
Climbing Out
I get in the car and the sadness takes me places, down certain streets, avoiding others…the sun filters through the trees and creates shadows, I stop to marvel at its greatness. A song comes across the radio, and I sing out loud, in defiance, tears streaming down my face.
Tales from the Bog
Some brave soul is trying to set the car on fire. The gas cap is off, on the ground. He is standing about 8 feet from the car lighting matches and trying to flick a lit one into the open hole for the gas tank. But its not that easy. The matches go out before they enter the hole. He edges closer and tries again, no luck.
Stories from Andy Porter 