Hip Doesn't Always Mean Clean
A life on the road is a life of excitement... but when you finally make it to a carpet, you're gonna need something to clean out all that dirt.
Hey! Landlady! Come in! Hope you dig my new pad. Crazy, right? Like I told my friend Neil, I never figured I'd ever stop travelin'. Man, I saw it all, all of this wild, untamed, glorious nation. And I had so many adventures too.
Like in that corner, that's the dirt from my time in Iowa. Wild, right? I found that all at the bottom of my boot, just dumped it over there. And hey, want to see some dirt from the South Carolina beaches? Got a ton of that and I dumped it all across the kitchen. I think I got some seashells too if you...
...oh, squaresville, man. You mean I gotta clean all this up? Well, I got a Dyson DC25 Upright Ball Vacuum back here somewhere. It rolls, baby, like a Charlie Parker solo. Speaking of which, over there in the hallway, that's some dirt from the front lawn of the building where Charlie Parker was born! Oh, man, how can you say you don't care?
Okay, well, I guess I can use the 220 airwatts to suck up all this dirt. I mean, the road's not about being in one place, you know, it's about mixing. So all this dirt in the button-controlled empty bin, like, it's gonna mix up, kinda like the streets of America, you know? And then, instead of all these piles, I can say "Here's the FREEDOM, man! Here's the very earth for which George Jefferson shed his blood!"
Oh, wow, man, are you sure? Tell you what, as soon as I finish with my Dyson DC25 Upright Ball Vacuum, I'm going to the library and double checking all that history you're laying on me. And I'll have the rent for you next week, swear to John Coltrane.