Things I Know...

I'm not socially awkward, but I am kind of, I think. I remain silent in conversations at parties or gatherings because I have nothing to offer to the topics being discussed. I'll sip my drink, laugh when everyone else does, and silently plot my escape. I mean, I don't know shit about True Religion jeans, or Cardi B., or the latest fad or trend. Why does any of that stuff matter? What meaning is derived from stuff that won't be remembered in three years? Yeah, I don't understand. And never will.

    I don't like atmospheres where strangers are introduced to me, and their first question is "So what do you do for a living?" I reach deep, deep down inside of my soul for the answer; "I exhale when I need to." I'm feeling like Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon; "I'm getting too old for this shit."

     Yeah, I'm out to lunch on a lot of unimportant stuff, but there are things I know. Like how Coltrane's 'A Love Supreme' is the perfect accompaniment to a daydream. Like the pride felt when one's daughters quote me back to me in a serious, life changing moment. Like how my brother Brian and I have a whole history that only the two of us know. Like how it feels to forgive someone, then forget their existence. Like knowing that cool breezes blow when they are needed the most. Like finally understanding what freedom is. Like breathing in the reality that today will never happen again. Like seeing the effects of love on someone's soul...

     Told y'all, I know some things worth talking about, worth remembering, and worth experiencing...