I got my ass kicked for about 8-10 hours in an intake room one day. I was sent there by noted child abuser and future San Francisco fellatio merchant William Rollins, then was beaten by a few 5th phasers and staffers, sat-on, had my hair pulled, punched, kicked and spat upon for not complying with their demands that I exercise. I was punched repeatedly while my arms were being held and someone's knee was in my back. I honestly do not know the reason , however ridiculous one would be, why I was sent to the intake room and subjected to this therapeutic technique, as I had been complying during the rap in which William "Sweet Willie" Rollins ordered it to take place. I can only surmise that he
did this out of his great love for me, as part of the Group, and through his wisdom and awareness decided that it was in my best interest.