I mean I like playing with the language. Conversation is inexpensive, even if it is sometimes cheap and that's fun too. Marathons that lasted for up to 30 hours talking, napping and then jumping right back in. I'll talk philosophy, religion or just bull with friends and say just enough to get them to ask for more. I'm down right blunt.
Expletives abound when appropriate and always honesty.
All the dialects are usable, available, useful. On the road, conversation becomes thought, watching, listening, making snapshots in the mind. Conversing when it's fitting and bringing it all back home. A little Bukowski and Tom Waits and my arches turn to concrete, my blood 100 proof, smoke, blues, greasy, streets in a blue 5am mornin'. A few BBC reruns and bits and pieces nudge their way in, uninvited, willy nilly.