Conversation does, and people. and lots of banter, and lost threads, and loud claps and guffaws. and people around you staring, some of them wide eyed but with a smile. and lots and lots of lost breaths and table thumping. i like to thump the floor with my foot when i'm laughing standing. and i love it if the joke was mine. i don't care man, i don't care if you were laughing so hard you dropped the glass and my pants are dripping orange juice now. i just register the laughs. people man, people. that's who i love the most..

and kids! they love me. they love me smiling. and i love them laughing. i'm a good teacher. i'm a good piece of person to stand in front of them and tell them they're fine. leave it to me man, you don't need to excite me, i'm too busy turning you on, just leave it to me. and laugh. and be outrageous. and do what you want, but just go with me.

and rock your head, and fall backwards. and hide the after-laughs and late giggles under thin, pursed lips and red cheeks. and hold your jaw because 14 of your muscles are starting to pain. and have a sharp crazy look in your eyes, noticing everything i do. everything everyone does. and every damn sound, and think up a tom and jerry sequence for the sound, and laugh!

i don't know man. lets split and fall to the floor. you take that side of the room and i'll spread on this one and lets not be able to get up straight again.