Big Lebowski plays sax

Recently it was suggested that I was slowly morphing into “The Dude” from the Big Lebowski.  And I (maybe just) have noticed that folks seem to cross the street as if they are getting a visual black box warning (Friends of Droperidol Unite!).  Maybe it is the (Sweyolakan) hoodie,  the open can of Montreal Maple Syrup I sip, or the saxophone I am wailing on.