A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude, that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. 'cause some- times there's a man--I won't say a hee-ro, 'cause what's a hee-ro?--but sometimes there's a man. And I'm talkin' about the Dude here-- sometimes there's a man who, wal, he's the man for his time'n place, he fits right in there--and that's the Dude, in Los Angeles...and even if he's a lazy man, and the Dude was certainly that--quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County....which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest worldwide--but sometimes there's a man. . . sometimes there's a man.
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