understand me. i don t understand you either. the story of charles mansion, his family and all the horror they wrought is buried in archives. memorialized in media, yet somehow it feels present. that hot summer night that caught the world utterly unprepared. when los angeles became suddenly a very scary place. it was august 9th, 1969, around 8:00 a.m. he was a young cop at the lapd working the day shift. the first call i got was the call to go and it came out as a drunk in a car. the officer cruised up benedict canyon and found the dead end street. a neighbor flagged him down and