Last time I went through such a thing was when I had a room mate who was the drummer in my band. I worked with a girl I was crazy about and we started dating. I brought her home, he was there, they started talking, violins started playing, and I could see the writing on the wall! It took all my resolve to "let it go" because we had been gigging and working on original tunes for 6 months.

Next thing I knew, he moved in with her, the band broke up, and I still had to see her at work. She showed up at work with strange bruises, and once with a black eye. She confessed that he beat her, and I urged her to leave him. But she stayed with him and I got tired of the emotional "ping-pong". I got tired of L.A. too and moved back to my hometown.

Three years later I got a call from some L.A.P.D detectives who wanted to question me about my ex-roommate/bandmate. I spent several days being 'interviewed, and they filled boxes of legal pads. I even went back to L.A. on their "nickel" and got to ride around with detectives for several days in Hollyweird as I pointed out his old haunts.To wrap this up--Brandon, my roommate, was suspected in as many as 31 MURDERS, and they were able to convict him on only five of them. But he is in prison for life-no parole. Now I ask you,did she pick the wrong guy, or what?