"Actually I'm here almost every day." Max said then looking at me asked;

"So what's your name?"

"Mark."

Max nodded then stuck out his huge hand.

"I'm Max."

"Oh we know!"

Part 4: A timely Intervention.

For the next three weeks I felt as if I was living out an episode of the Twilight Zone; Max Thompson, the man who had beaten me mercilessly for close to five years, was back in my life and I was doing everything I could to become his friend. During this time I was going to the Green bar two to three times a week and, true to his word, Max was always there...