My Dog,
A lot of people have questioned me over the years (it has been six – count ’em, 6!) about my love, nay, my faith – my mission – when it comes to the glory of the almighty dog. It’s not an object. It’s not an obsession – I paid a doctor a lot of money to refute that idea before he slurred a “th-thanks idiotsh,” before stumbling back into the car he sleeps in! Hot Dogs are a Way of Life – not a Means to an End, but a positive stumbling block. When your foot has caught a Hot Dog in the early hours of the morning, and you’ve fallen to the ground and smashed your forehead against the concrete floor of your low-rent apartment, it isn’t blood that trickles out: it’s ENLIGHTENMENT.
Hot Dogs are about family. And just like Wu-Tang, Hot Dogs are for the Children. Hot Dog Children (HDC).
