When I was a resident at UCLA I... I think I was considered as... as an embarrassment to the department, but also an ornament. I was an embarrassment because... because of various episodes, one of these was with a patient, a woman who had a particularly malignant form of multiple sclerosis, called neuromyelitis optica, and she was really paralysed from the neck down and blind, though completely intact intellectually and otherwise. And when she heard that I lived in Topanga Canyon and had a motorbike she said she’d love to come for a ride with me. And I thought on this, and one Sunday, along with three or four buddies from Muscle Beach Gym – I had a lot to do with them – we... we sort of abducted her and she was lashed onto me and I took her for a ride up Topanga Canyon and down. I thought I was going to be summarily expelled from... from my residency, but it was decided that... well, but they kept me.
I think one reason they kept me was they thought that I probably was a good person with good intentions, even if I was a bit crazy, and... and risked lives. I think the other reason was that whenever I’d done anything bad I wrote a paper, which was accepted for publication. And since I was the only resident who wrote papers I... I, in fact, partly... it was partly me which kept the department in the... in the neurological eye.