ELV — the man, the lawyer, the critic, the overage party boy — has never been a fan of Oscar Goodman — the man, the myth, the prevaricator, the drunk. It’s not like we have ever had any sort of feud or something. In fact, we barely knew each other until he ran for mayor over a decade ago. As a politician, Oscar was obliged to get to know everybody, and as a person who respects thoughtful, human dignity, we were obliged to avoid him as much as possible.