Mister E reminds me of this clown I knew in community college that fancied himself as an up and coming psychoanalyst. He took anatomy, and, in an attempt to impress some married women, he was caught showing her some cadavers and he was thrown out of the class. He then wrote a paper that rambled on about his pseudo freudian theories about lesbians, and gave it to a classically trained psych professor, who wrote "very confused, read Freud". Years later I saw him in L A at a heavy metal club my coworkers band was playing at. He said that he liked the women at this kind of club because they were shallow. He was also working at a suicide prevention hot-line. Creepy, that they would allow him to even talk to people that need help. Oh well.