Alfred, a black man from far away, like a riverside or something. I assumed his language would be black music, but it wasn't. He took hold of the lyrics and cut a little hole out and put his heart in them. And so as we got deeper in almost syllables, for sure, were exchanged conversations to share. We did write more. We rode the bridge weasel and the white boys. But i have to see him in another life. Because that was a whole lifetime spent with alfred writing company.I tell it with words, but i'd like to go back and feel what it was to have all life before you,. Every single thing i