The other day when my buddy Saul came into my office, he drew a picture on my white board of his supposed herniated disc to show me how his back pain was being aggravated by a fluid sac rubbing against his spinal cord. He informed me that, although he asked his physician to prescribe him Vicodin, the doctor recommended some form of PT, including a traction device. The conversation dragged as usual until he mentioned that he had seen a great movie over the weekend about Che Guevara. Not being a master of history, Saul regurgitated the populist rhetoric of El Che's glories. I stopped him in mid-sentence, pleading for him to not recite revisionist history attempting to make this notorious, ruthless a-hole into a modern hero. Saul sulked, left my office and, later, sent me the attached picture.
