The picacho looks like a mountain peak, but technically speaking it is perhaps apparently not really high enough to qualify as a full-fledged mountain peak which is perhaps why it is termed only a miniature mountain peak, a sort of rocky crag. Oh, I hadn't thought of that. I had just thought that a mountain peak was a mountain peak. But apparently there is more to the terminology of mountain peaks geologically speaking than I had originally thought.
As for that other Chilean business, that was the sole property of the Bueno family. Far be it from me to involve myself in the internal squabblings of those people. I really would prefer not to hear the dreary details of that, thanks anyway. I got enough idea of that already by accident. What, have you no brain in your empty head? It was obvious from the start that the Bueno family had some other emotional disturbance going on that had nothing to do with me. Oh, I didn't know that. Well, perhaps I did inadvertently step in something but mine was not intentional, not warranting such a high level of hysteria. I am just saying. I am the victim in this picture, so why am I punished severely for such a small mote. There wasn't very much to that in the first place so all of this hubbub is so ridiculous.
It is easy for you, Mr. Fat-Cat Rockytop Moneybags, to sit there in your palatial abode decreeing miseries untold upon poor little me, and for what? If I were getting a paycheck that would be one thing, you would have some place to give orders, but even then bosses can be so incredibly unreasonable and make such ridiculous demands. I think that I am not asking too much to demand a living. Truth be told, I can live just fine without some ugly Rocky-Feller Bobble wrapped sucking all the air out of me.
My other option is, well, I could kill myself. That would seem to be the only really viable option open to me at this time. And yet suicide is such a depressing thought. The world would be so empty without my brilliant thoughts sparkling on the page. Ha ha ha!
