Dear, dear, dear, dear Rudy!

Always eating, always talking, always lying around and crushing people's backs.

And yet, were I in Albuquerque, I would be pleased to stop at Pop'n Tacos and buy a tamale to share with you. Or Perhaps you could be my special guest at the Blue Corn Cafe and Brewery; you could talk and I would listen intently, nodding my head up and down or side to side as was appropriate and you could gorge until your trail straightened out and I would gorge with you and we would both leave rotund and round, and crush whoever we chose to lay down upon.

But please, dear Rudy, when I am in this state, don't lay down upon me - you would undoubtedly cause me to belch and burp, and maybe even regurgitate. Hey! That would give us one more thing in common!