Two hours later I rolled into the small ground-floor parking garage of the building where VPA had its offices. Lenny was standing there, not moving. He said, "I need to get the VT100 terminal emulator software to make a copy for a friend," referring to software on disks he knew I had in the car. It was already 5:00 p.m. and I told him I hadn’t eaten all day and was starving, and even offered to buy him dinner. He kept insisting. I wanted to get the hell out of there: something felt wrong. But finally I gave in and, leaving the motor running, stepped out of the car to get the disks.