06:30 PM #
Passed Enrique on the way home. I told him that "Bud" wanted to film me.
06:31 PM #
Enrique got really peeved at this, for some reason, and worked himself into the very highest of dudgeons.
06:32 PM #
His voice was that of a Spanish hidalgo whose family honor had been besmirched.
06:34 PM #
Enrique let loose with a full-blown hissy fit of neglected nobility, telling me that I don't deserve that kind of attention, that I am
06:35 PM #
a political naif, that I sentimentalize the poor shamelessly, that they would eat me alive if given half the chance, and that furthermore
06:36 PM #
I'm a babbling idiot whose only friend is an ugly little dog; a sexless fool who doesn't have the slightest idea what to do with that thing
06:37 PM #
between my legs; and also that I dress like a clown in my silly, striped, oversized man-suit.
06:39 PM #
I argued back that he had a large mustard stain on his face, and left with my honor intact.
06:40 PM #
But it wounded me more than I let on.
06:40 PM #
Why the frontal assault? :(