Could you imagine liking Peter Gabriel?

That song, sledgehammer.

I was listening to it at the gym today and I was just trying to,

trying to picture some guy coming home after a hard day.

Americans, middle class Americans who are still single, like 29 year old,

30 year old professionals who are living in a shitty apartment because they're,

you know, creating a nest eggs they can get married.

Those guys, the second they get home,

they can't wait to get into their basketball shorts and their socks and their

oversized t-shirt.

I don't, I don't like that.

My dad, when I was young in the 70s, my dad would be repointing a house on

the weekends with his dress shoes on and his slacks and maybe like a string vest

or in Britain, it was a V-neck sweater vest with nothing underneath.

We would go to Disneyland and eat have on his black work shoes and his

slacks and like a t-shirt that said Disney.

Man only had one pair of shoes.

It's funny that we talk about poverty and stuff in America these days because if

any of these people in the hood on welfare had to live my middle class

existence, they'd be mortified.

And we had a pool.

But we had a black MY TV.

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