Don't you know who i think i am?

"'Good night Javier,” I say. “See you tomorrow.'

Javier glares at me hotly but doesn’t move. I suspect Javier’s angry at something more consequential than me and I doubt that he know what that something is. That’s the worst kind of anger - the kind you’re not aware of. It sneaks up and destroys you like an undiagnosed cancer. When I was young I burned with that kind of anger. It threatened to fuck me up. I was lucky to find a good therapist and spend years doing what Peter Gabriel called 'digging in the dirt.' I consider the time and expense spent on that process to be my post graduate education."