February 16, 1999
Poor little Richard. I first saw him running across the street as I was approaching the casting office. There was something about him that just didn't appeal to me. Perhaps each little thing that irked me is silly, but taken in toto you can't ignore the preponderence of the evidence.
He had on what appeared to be a felt sport coat and some fitted pants
around his somewhat pudgy body.
I'm sure he'll be the guy they hire.