The Dude was PO'ed big time. That much was certain. It was kind of a trip to see Himself, who was usually all meek and mild and everything, walk into a room and lose it. Everything and everybody in the house was ga-ga, man.
He was going Off, tipping tables and yelling about his father's house and what the hell was sacred if this wasn't and he didn't didn't stop til they had all taken their business down the street.
Later, I saw him sitting near the altar, with his head down and making this sad sound. I got the feeling he knew that it wasn't going to make any difference, and a week after he left they'd
be back... and nothing he could do or say would change that fact... but I guess I could be projecting...
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