realizing what he was doing he would say he didn't want to hurt me but he had to go out and beat up someone. Then the more I tried to talk to him, the more violent he was getting. With all the noise, we soon got a visit from the manager. They thought we were throwing a loud party and our neighbors were complaining. This quieted Bernard for about three seconds and then he got louder.

I finally managed to get him out into the court with some tall talk- ing and almost got him into his apartment when he decided to put on a wild session in the middle of the court. That included pushing and slapping me all over the place. Our neighbors who thought we were having a loud party were looking out from behind their drapes and not one of them offered help.

The girls were terrified, crying, trying to talk to him and since he was almost twice my weight I was trying to do some fast talking myself. Finally he grabbed my wrists and I felt he was going to break them in half. I don't know what made me say it, but I came out with, "Don't let me beg you like a woman, straighten up and go to bed. " With this he said, "You're not a woman, I am! and then he seemed to lose all his strength and allowed me to lead him to his apartment. My mind tried to work fast to figure out what he meant by this. My first im- pression was that he was a homosexual, but I didn't think he would be acting like this if he were, most of them are proud of the fact. Then I thought he may have had a desire to be a woman but really couldn't imagine in what manner. My only knowledge of TVs was from "Pyscho" and needless to say, that did no justice to the transvestites.

When I got him into his apartment he started to get wild again and began throwing punches at me. He threw me on the sofa and started swinging. At one point I ducked fast enough to have him go flying in- to the wall and more or less knock himself out.

We sat up for a long while with his wife as the poor woman was half out of her mind with disgust. We managed to console her as best we could but when we left her we couldn't sleep worrying about her more than him. We had left him sprawled out on the couch and could- n't care less if he ever woke up.

He did wake up and started drinking all over again but this time out of shame for what he had done to us. He felt he had to drink to get courage to apologize. My wife and I went out that evening and came home rather late. His door was opened and my wife told me to go see if everything was alright. When we walked in, he wasn't as stoned as the night before but still a little sloppy. He made his apol- ogies but I was very cold and he kept talking trying to soften me up.

32.