Farmers are a fickle lot. A while back I was driving to visit a friend who lived in the middle of East nowhere, and I saw a farmer standing out in the middle of a field. This usually isn’t something that would capture my attention, but it was getting late and he just seemed to be milling around in the middle of the field. I didn’t know what I make of it at first, so I pulled over to see if he was alright.
Now that’s the sort of ingenuity I like to see. You get fresh air flowing through your hair, your car gets to where it needs to be, and you still have time to smoke a cig. I’m very impressed. If you don’t think that this is the most impressive display of Russian nonsense you’ve ever seen, you’re not allowed to be my friend.
I find it very strange that everyone seems to have these high-tech devices on hand. I was perturbed when all of my friends started showing up with cellphones. I wasn’t particularly fond of drones when everyone started producing them out of the blue. Now everyone seems to have a jetpack, and I don’t know what to think anymore. On one hand, jetpacks are cool. On the other hand, I’ll probably never have one, and there’s no sense in having nice things exist if I can’t hog them all for myself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEsZkTTgydc
Way out East there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Paul Charles Dozsa. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Paul Charles Dozsa, he called himself Paul Charles Dozsa. Now, Paul Charles Dozsa — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.