Greetings, Dudes, and a good day to you!
It seems we see a lot of recognition of more socially known figures as Great Dudes, but sometimes there's a man. And I'm talkin' about this Dude here.
My brother, Bill.
Now why do I view him as a Great Dude. Well it might not be for anything you can look out your window and see but he had a pretty big part in my transformative years, introducing me to Buddhism, meditation and the joys of a good Oolong and Jasmine tea, among others. Things that play a big part in my life today.
Well he's never been to London. And he's never been to France. But he has met some inneresting folks along the way.
To me he tends to embody a Dudeist life, takin' it easy in his private residence, enjoying the occasional oat soda, having a few flashbacks, living through the strikes and gutters and what have ya.
Now it may be hard to see through this small entry here but he's just as much a Dude as all of us here.
So for what it's worth my brother is a Dude, and one of the laziest men in Clark Country.