A couple years after I moved to LA (around 2001) I got an apartment with a friend on Arglye, right down the block from the Hollywood Scientology center. My friend was looking for another job, and we didn't know what Scientoology was, so we went inside thinking they might have some office work or something.
We were shown into a waiting area past the lobby. There was a man playing the piano for no apparent reason, since there really wasn't anyone else around. They came out with two applications, even though we only asked for one. Humored, I looked through the thing, which was packed full of bizarre requests. For instance, they wanted to know the names, addresses, phone numbers and other personal information about my mother, my father, my brothers and sisters, my grandmother... I thought it was a joke. We were so creeped out, we snuck away and and took off.
So yeah... I believe L. Ron Jr.
