The interviewer asked him how he had recruited his followers. Simple, he said. He just approached groups of girls at shopping malls, singled one out, and told her that she had beautiful eyes. “If she said thank you or even just laughed, I moved on,” he said. “But if she tried to deflect the compliment or looked down at the ground, I asked for her number. Because that girl was the one with the hole inside of her.” That is what it is like inside the apartment at Elysian Quarter. I am standing in a room full of people with holes inside of them.
They want broken kids
