The Artist Formerly Known As Kenny -- that is to say, David Tate --is driving Alma home through the quiet streets, kissing her hand and asking if she's tired. She says she isn't really, and neither is he. He drives her on into the night and clear out of focus, and into whatever dastardly move he's got planned next. I really don't think any of us is going to like it much. And just think how much of this could have been prevented if only Marco Ruiz had been able to keep his dick in his ¡PANTALONES!
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