It’s the end of the afternoon. The skies have cleared. A pale sun shines over the Amstel.
Here comes the Dude. He’s out for a walk. No, the Dude doesn’t walk, he saunters.
Where’s he headed? The Dude isn’t headed anywhere, he’s always where he’s at. And he’s always carrying his plastic bag. Sometimes there’s a DVD inside, sometimes there’s food, which he prepares for those that love him.
What’s on the Dude’s mind? He’s counting the number of benches he sat on today. Or whether it was yesterday or today that he last ate watermelon. And wondering when the next great American boxing champion will step into the ring.
How are you, Dude? “Splendid, man. Always splendid.”
De Dude
