B.S.

I’m sitting in a coffee shop about to write how I think fear is a bunch of bullshit. I go to take my photo–just for the heck of it on my photo booth–when I turn and look out the window, and this man–dressed in a soccer uniform is standing on the street curb dancing passionately by himself.

Fear IS a bunch of bullshit.

Think of all the fools that would be afraid to do that. Stand on a corner, and for no reason at all–with no one there to dance with–just you–alone on a street corner dancing to your own beat–to your own joy, that is swimming around your own heart and playing in your own head.

I want to be that man.

I am that man.

Because I think fear is a bunch of bullshit.

And I’m totally through with it.