I don’t trust progress
A way out west there was a fella,
fella I want to tell you about,
fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski.
At least, that was the handle his lovin’ parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself.
This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude.
I only mention it ’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.
Were you listening to the story, Donny?
What–
Were you listening to the Dude’s story?
I was bowling–