3360. What I was doing, and what I was paid for was to be Bluto’s audience, and listen to him talk. Bluto liked to talk all day long. But talk is really not the right word, lecture is a more accurate description. Bluto didn’t even give a lecture, because sometimes he would get so worked up he would shout and bang the steering wheel with his fist.
Have you ever see those news reels of Hitler giving a speech, shouting,
throwing his arms around and all in a sweat in front of millions of
people. Now picture that same Hitler giving the same speech to one small
boy in a little room. And why? Well some people are like that I
Bluto did not have a family. He did not have any sort of built in
audience. But he had an unquenchable desire to educate someone; to pass
on his storehouse of disjointed theories and conjectures that took up
space and substituted for facts in his brain.
3363. If I am going to tell you about working for Bluto, I am going to have to tell you about the things he lectured me about. This is difficult to do because most of the time I had no idea what it was he was raving about.