Re: The Big Lebowski
Way out West there was this fella that I want to tell you about - a fella by the name of Jeff. Lebowski. At least that was the (name) his lovin parents gave him. But he didn't have much use for it himself. This Lebowski he called himself The Dude. Now, Dude, thats a name no one would self apply where I come from. But then, there's a lot about The Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived likewise. But then again, mabye thats way I found the place so darned interesting. They call Los Angeles the City of Angels. I didn't find it to be that exactly. But all in all there are some nice folks there. Of course I can't say I seen London. And I never been to France. And I ain't never seen no Queen in her damned undies as the fella says. But I'll tell ya what. After seeing Los Angeles and this here story I'm about to unfold...well I guess I've seen something every bit as stupefying as you'd see in those other places. And in English too. So, I can die with a smile on my face. Without feeling like the good lord jipped me. Now this here story I'm about to unfold took place back in the early 90's. Just about the time of our conflict with Saddam and the Iraqis. I only mention that because sometimes there's a man - I won't say hero - because whats a hero? But sometimes there's a man. And I'm talking about The Dude here. Sometimes there's a man...well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And thats The Dude. In Los Angeles. And even if he is a lazy man. And The Dude was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County. Which would place him high in the running for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there's a man. Sometimes there's a man. Ah. Lost my train of thought here. But. Ah hell. I done introduced him enough...
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