Blog: The Enemy Formula: Memoirs of a Scientology Warrior - 2013-05-01
Coming this month.
Preface to The Enemy Formula:
"Use the shotgun", Kerry Riley advised in his thick Oklahoman drawl, "it's better they be picking shards of glass out of their foreheads for a spell till the Sheriff arrives than to have corpses on your hands." Kerry preferred that I use my double-barrel, over-under shot gun - "use the heavier buckshot, not that chicken-shit bird shot" - when the Mexican Mafia started surveiling my home in preparation for a drive by shooting. One of their offshoots had tagged my car port with their death sentence – three pitch fork prongs up, with stars above each one, signifying I am soon to arrive in one of three places: jail, the hospital or the morgue. That is how the lead investigator for the San Patricio County District Attorney's Office interpreted it anyhow. Until I helped deliver some hoods to jail, I would continue to guard my wife's slumber at night, sitting in our carport with my shotgun across my knee.