A move

Missouri air fills my lungs today and in the foreseeable future. I took a leap of faith a week ago, and I don't know if that was the right move. I traded bloated stagnation and addiction for uncertainty and fear.

I'm in my brother's basement, once his man cave, now my dwelling. It's fully furnished with horror memorabilia splashed around. I wonder what's gotten into him lately to be this dedicated to the genre. There are bloody handprints on the door for crying out loud. 

Diet Coke has been my fuel lately, maybe overcompensating for the lack of energy drinks. My last one, an orange Celsius, was back in Florida. When I cut out one vice, I tend to indulge in another.

How are you? Is your belly full, your mind exercised, your fingers tingling, and your cheeks flushed?

No?

Yes?

Well, if not, get your body moving and your mind working. Go see a comedy. Listen to an inspiring song. Run outside when it rains and dance in the droplets—but not too long. You don't want to get pneumonia. 

If yes, well whoop dee fucking hoo.