To be honest, the dudes aren't really bringing it in the genre right now (please don't look me in the eye and tell me Chris Brown is the best we can do), so the field is wide open.
Because in a league that's increasingly more about PR, paying lip service to scandal, and keeping up appearances than playing actual basketball, he's one of the only honest, fun dudes left.
Be honest with him: "Listen, dude, we get high together, we're cool, but you're dirty!" I'm not sure if he was raised in a cave or not, but here in the United States we try to keep things clean.
I got bollocked but I was honest with the security dudes and said I was broke, that I knew it was wrong, but that my circumstances had essentially forced me to steal as I literally did not have any money.
At the opening, fashionistas with face masks and a dude wearing an honest-to-god gauntlet milled about with Guzman's friends, a mix of art world boppers and chic skaters.
He's a perfect-looking dude, and yet he's incredibly real and honest and true.
Nowhere are those juvenile and unconsidered but also very honest moments more prescient on a Blink record than Dude Ranch.
