it's fun to stay at the ymca

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‘XENU AND ME,’ CHAPTER VII

Greetings, adventure seekers! It's me, The Haiku Master, just chilling at a Baltimore-area YMCA following my escape from the clutches of Scientology. And let me tell you, the "Y" isn't just a great place to stay when you're on the lam -- it's also a great place to meet exciting, on-the-go people!

The Haiku Master (Far Right) Hanging Out With His New Friends At The YMCA

That's right! Why, in the past day alone I've made the acquaintance of a police officer, a soldier, a construction worker, a motorcycle enthusiast, a cowboy, and a Native American Indian! Not to mention a wild-eyed morphine addict, a slovenly immigrant family, and more stumble-drunks than one could reasonably be expected to shake a stick at!

Talk about experiencing different cultures -- living here is like going to Epcot, only without the long lines! Unless you count the one outside the building's sole bathroom. Still, it's a pretty sweet deal!

Okay for now, friends; time for the Pharaoh of 5-7-5 to join the aforementioned bathroom line. I don't really have to go right now, but by the time it'll be my turn, who knows?

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