Wed 01 May 2002 21:12
I don't know the best way to bore you yet. This guy, say, John McElroy former staff sergeant in the US Marine Corps, was threatening to kill (I think that's what I heared) Stacey who lives next door (I don't know if I got his name right). If I were a better writer maybe you'd think I was making this up.After hearing him shout repeatedly "Fuck you!" and other things like "Call the Police!", "Go ahead, throw me out! I'll have a police record then, and I'll have to have you killed." and other things, god knows if I really heared them "John, don't!," and "Is it loaded?" (I hope I was hallucinating on that one [at this point I think I was]), I realize some action is called for. Trying to decide whether to call the police--It sounded like she could have called the police, if she wanted. And noticing my heart was beating like??? I remembered back to George Leonards Aikido book and tried to center. Finally (probably after it sounded more subdued? I'm not sure), I knocked on the door, nice and loudly. She answered and saw the cell phone in my hand and said, "It's o.k., it'll be alright." He was sitting on a couch without his shirt on... saying "Come on, Throw me out."

She didn't deny he was making death threats (she knocked once to apologize, and then another time for help in setting right something he knocked over (a leg of the bed was knocked off a platform it was sitting on)).

So later he came out and knocked on my door (my sister's door) (Mom and erin are out watching a movie), and while putting on his shirt was apologizing to me and telling me something like "I've buried my mother, my father, my aunt, etc. and am in chemotherapy myself, and she's just left me (he had a better way of putting it), so I'm a bit irrational, you understand." With a little slur in his voice, sounding somewhat drunk as you'd expect.

I suppose in the back of my mind I'm asking, what would the quakers do? Or, thinking (now) back to volunteering as a crisis line counselor.

As he was telling his story, I kept looking at her, who would come stand by the door, looking mostly at him, for cues, but she gave none, and he said something like, "Well I can see you're..." (not quite paying attention to me?)What cues would she have given me? She did say, john, he doesn't know me, you don't need to tell him (he doesn't need to hear) my whole life story.

"I wanted to have children with her. and now she's fucked me." "Her father is rich, but not as rich as me." "I have an interesting business."

He knocked on my door again later, this time with his suit coat on, to apologize again. Finally he left.

Then a lighter knock came at the door, it was Stacey, apologizing and assuring me he wasn't physically violent (well I asked her again to make sure), just that when he got drinking, he had a big mouth, and that they weren't going together any more, and that some guys take breaking up well and that others don't. I asked if she was alright.

The quaker in me (and all this new age transpersonal stuff in me) was perhaps thinking she had some healing to do or sadness to let out, and wanted to ask if she wanted a hug.

I'm not sure if I would change that part of the script. If I had just succeeded in getting one brute out of my life, and having to deal with quite a lot of abuse because of it, I'm not sure I'd be comforted by some strange guy asking if I wanted a hug. Joanna on the other hand, might say, "I really need a hug! (sob!)"

She knocked again later for help raising the bed, and I got to talk to her more. In the process, I think she asked what I do...
I should pay more attention to that-- How did she do that? Did we start with where I'm from? It is my sister who is your neigbor, I'm her brother, visiting.
Did I mind her asking? I don't want

Oh, lord, it looks like he's coming back.

A car alarm went off. Thinking it was related, I look out. It was a guy in what appears to be a small jag or mercedes benz. He shut it off, finally. Shut the door, then, wavered over towards the building. He's been ringing bells now.

It sounds like the darn bell is ringing in this apartment!

I see no place where there is a buzzer.

I finally open the door.
Stacey's got a wireless headset phone on telling her neighbors below not to open the door (below). He can get in the first door but not the second. There is a bell in this apartment. And it is ringing.

So, he's ringing all the bells in the building.

Yay! westmount security showed up!

they sure are taking

I feel like an idiot... peeking out the door as the cops go in to stacey's apt. [he says hi!]

ARGH!

Nancy in the floor below called them.

She's ridiculous though (1) for knowing the guy, and (2) for not calling the police herself. As if he'd know she called the police. Blaming the victim 101.

Did a police guy just drive off his car? He's still spouting drunk speak to the officer. And why do people hang out in bars.

My mom and sister are finally home.

Gossip gossip.
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