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The something, Stan had for me, was his story. There’s a time in life where I imagine that people question things more. I question everything and I like to hear people doing the same. I found out that Stan questioned things in his life and that he had been a part of a cult. He left it and ended up homeless.

It was one of those UFO cults. That red book he had was one that he took from the cult’s estate in Nevada. The thing about cults that I’ve learned over the years was that they continuously brain washed people to the point that they get tunnel vision. A tunnel so dark, so dreary, that their life sinks into it. They do not know anything but that tunnel in which they roam. Stan got away, but not without repercussion. To escape the cult, he had to get money, so he stole things from a local Wal-Mart, sold those items, and barely getting by, he made it to Florida.

The cult leader’s name was Walter Stone Applebaum. This guy is as deranged as they come. Applebaum convinced the cult members they must drink Vodka and take barbiturates to leave this bag of flesh and to be taken up to Heaven. The spaceship was hidden behind the Star of Bethlehem. They followed instructions, but the UFO must have missed them, they were dead and their bodies were tucked between crisp white sheets purchased from a local Target store. When the bodies were found, Applebaum’s body wasn’t with them. I figured that Applebaum was on the run, and would eventually start the cult all over again.

After a long, detailed conversation, I parted ways with my new friend, a little more knowledgeable. Stan gave me some papers that were stapled together in a makeshift manuscript, more like a short story. He said that I needed to bring those pages to light if I hear of his death or disappearance.

Today, I noticed a bearded man, twice Stan’s age sitting in the metal chair. Across from him a female smoked a cigarette. I moved on, not making eye contact with them, as they went about their business.

In remembrance of Stan, I’ve been diligently searching obituaries and articles of the cult. I promise you, my readers, that you’ll get Stan’s story first, and if I ever come across him again, I will certainly video record our conversations. I’m still kicking myself for not doing it this time around. Be patient with me and keep an eye out for Stan’s story in the near future. 

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