Poor sadder then sad Ansa Latz. His wife wisely left his sorry ass--smart woman. He has been an associate at a law firm (a job I got for him) for over 25 years and will NEVER make partner. He didn´t exactly graduate from the top of his class from law school, but thats another long tedious tale. I can´t believe I ever fell for this character. Well I take that back. The reason I did have a crush on him was he was enormously attractive when he was young. Some people have a short shelf life of looking good. Today Ansa Latz is unrecognizable from the person I met in the early 1990s. It doesn´t help matters that he is an alcoholic. What is it about liquor that bloats and distorts ones face and body into a Lucian Freud painting? I have to thank Ansa for warning me that if we were lovers I´d be very disappointed in his prowess in bed. I´ve known two of his ex bed partners and both attest he has a strange way of making love that is somewhat mathematical in its mechanic structure. Ansa wanted a normative life that included being married and having children, owning a home yaddy, yaddy, yaddy.
Well at least he has the comfort of his long lasting friendship with Raoul Vesti. Grifty Raoul is one of the many people that Ansa met through me when he first moved to Los Angeles. Raoul should be careful as Ansa has a collection of pistols, guns and rifles and I could easily see him turning into one of those mass shooters that have become ubiquitous in the United States.
