What should I do?
Should I tell you I made mistakes? Or should I just imply it was my teammates’ fault? That always worked before.
Should I paraphrase Maya Angelou and implicitly compare her narrative of black struggle in America to me getting a shit-ton of money to play in Miami? Classy, huh?
Should I go to Chris Bosh’s housewarming party? He just had a thing at his place last week and I brought a nice bottle of wine. That should be enough, right?
Should I just sell shoes? Because that’s basically what I’ve been doing so far and it’s worked out pretty good.
Should I be who you want me to be? Because I don’t change myself for nobody. Except Dwayne Wade.
Should I get Thai for lunch? I just had it yesterday but I’m still feelin it, you know?
Should I stop listening to my friends? C’mon, they’re my friends. If your friends asked you to stop listening to your friends, would you do it? I would. That’s the kind of friend I am.
Should I go on this whitewater rafting trip with Delonte West? I think it’s gonna be really awkward.
Should I be the villain? If so, I want a really big office with a shark tank. A villain ain’t nothin without a shark tank.
Should I really do this Miami Vice segment with Don Johnson, even though I was like negative-three when that show was canceled?
Should I carry Dwayne Wade’s bags into the locker room? And should I let him make me wear a bellhop cap when I do it?
Should I destroy a pristine professional-level basketball court with a bulldozer? Is that a big enough let-them-eat-cake moment? What if I burn a gold-covered Dead Sea Scroll?
Should I be who you want me to be? Because if it’ll get me 5 extra bucks, I will totally do it.