i could...icould...i could...

i could tell you all about the delicious dinner i had with my wife and her parents...i could tell you how i always manage to overeat at the best thai restaurant in town...i could say that afterwards we went to a party with friends...and drank from many...many...bottles of wine...i could write about how i was social...gregarious...friendly...that would be a lie...i could give insight on why i retreat inside my self...i could complain about how...once again...i was the only black man in the room...but i didn't care...i was happy...and surrounded by good people...i could exlain what makes me the guy who just wants to lay music...for everyone to enjoy...i could try to illuminate the joy of expressing myself....with other people's songs...i could tell you the lesson of the evening was to not be the sweaty guy at the party who doesn't wear deodorant...i could tell you that there is always someone who takes a big stynky dump in the bathroom...i could be funny and sad about how a ghost presided over the whole night...i could flashback to the flings...of fucking for 30 days...and then realizing that there is nothing else there...and...i could be happy...that those days are over...i could...