Yes, Michael and I disagree incessantly. For example, despite my almost superhuman patience in explaining to him the moral folly of his carnivorism, he persists in eating meat. He even taunts me by expressing doubt that my pleather shoes are not in fact leather. You could say that I am a polyanna and he is a cynic; but it would be truer to say that the man is just mean. I'm a Mahatma, a great soul, and he's a cranky Anglicized Yankee intellectual who tries to trip me up as I practice my JoeyDharma. It's an awkward and difficult pairing, much more so than you can possibly imagine.