Harold is watching Hannibal, and even though I don’t want to watch it with him, don’t want him to watch it in the same room with me, and am kinda ok with him watching it when I’m home, as long as he’s in another room with headphones on, he thinks I would like to have episodes recounted to me. So he’s telling me what a great show it is and that Hannibal Lector is such a massive icon in horror, and adds that he guesses people don’t really name their kids Hannibal.
“Hamilcar Barca did,” I said, and for the next ten minutes, I laughed hysterically while he tried to ignore me.
