J came by last night drunk

It was late, too; Probably close to midnight. I was so tired from working and then going to the gym after work that I had just collapsed in bed without having eaten dinner. I didnt hear the doorbell, but I sure as hell heard the pounding on the door. As a matter of fact, several of my neighboors heard too. I know this beacause I could see one man's door ajar and I could see the little red light on the videophone that means someone is using the videophone to look into the hallway. I was so embarrassed, but even more so, I was furious. I let him in but flipped the doorstop to leave the door open a jar. He was appologetic, albeit in an arrogant way. He looks so cute when he is drunk and trying to persuade me to let him spend the night. He never makes eye contact and looks like a small child trying to convince his parents to give him another cookie or stay up late and watch cartoons. Cute but in a pathetic sort of way that makes you smile and want to vomit at the same time. I felt a tinge of sorrow for him, or was it empathy. But this soon turned to irritation; Like the way a nip in the air is pleasant until the chill comes. I asked him to leave. I did so with a smile on my face. My mistake. He took this to mean I still liked him or something. He put one arm on my shoulder and moved his face closer to mine to talk. But he didnt talk softer, but at the same volume. Irritating drunk. He put his hand on my waist and squeezed in a sexual way. I grabbed his hand by the wrist and rotated it towards his thumb. It is an aikido move that my oldest brother, Gareth, had taught me the day before he got shipped to the first Iraqi war. I tried it on Gareth many times and even though he was 6'2" and muscular, I soon learned that I could take him down every time. Well, J is no Gareth. Never was and never will be. I twisted his wrist and he winced in pain. I guess since I was angered I twisted to hard or too quick, but he fell to the ground, which shouldnt happen. He was wining and I was getting angry at this point. I told him to get up or I would break his wrist. He started yelling very loudly and I let him go. He got up and wasnt yelling, but talking loudly and getting abusive. I pushed him twice and his back hit the open down the second time. I stepped forward and pushed the door open all the way and the doorstop held it that way. At this point, there were several doors open and several neighboors watching. I told J loudly and in Korean(for the neighboors to hear, J cant speak Korean) that I will call the police if he doesnt leave. The college kid form across the hallway looks like a nice guy and he is kind of big. i think he just got out of the military as his hair is still short. He stared at J with a look of concern on his face. I am sure that he was ready to help, but J left, I told him never to come back again. "Fine," he said. He left. I went back to bed, but was upset and couldn't sleep. He is not welcome back here. Ever.