| Let me tell you something, man, there’s going to come a day when all the player-hatin’ high-society neo-Victorian classist assholes are going to have a real big awakening, and that awakening will come either at a restaurant or at a roadside stand or in the privacy of their own hoity-toity cookie-cutter clean-carpet no-we-don’t-actually-use-the-living-room why-don’t-we-go-into-the-kitchen homes. They’ll all be or perched in front of their taller-than-God entertainment centers watchin’ Antiques Roadshow or maxin’ and relaxin’ in the study with a copy of Investors’ Weekly when the moment lands on ‘em real hard-like, and it strikes them so curious that they speak their thought out loud as it occurs to them. Maybe they call their wives or husbands in to witness the moment, maybe they notify the local society pages. Either way what they say, in this, their great moment of liberation, will be the exact same thing: “Hey, you know what? I like barbeque sauce! ” |