I’d fly, but I’d get a drink first.

My best friend asked me this question last week, and I scoffed at it. Now, I'm looking at this same question two weeks later, and you can bet I scoffed at it again.

What would I do if I was free?

I've never been a slave, but I've also never been free. It's a very thought-provoking question.

Ultimately, I'd chase impulses and endorphins. I'd fill my life with happiness and thrills. I'd write, I'd run, I'd paint, I'd drink... I think I'd even fly. Nothing would be weighing me down, so it would probably be impossible not to lift up into the air.

But tomorrow, tomorrow, would be a day of realization.

I'd still be processing everything and trying to understand it all. Where should I live? Where should I go? Who should I tell?

I'd end up at my favorite restaurant and get an entire order of chicken wings and day drink. I'd catch an Uber to a local bar-cade and play Ms. Pacman and Pinball until there were no more tokens left behind the bar. I'd grab an Uber back home and stumble through my narrow hallway with a snide grin on my face and a slight stutter in my step as I danced drunkenly through the hall to what my neighbors would perceive as "no music at all."

I'd call my favorite people to check in on them, as I always do when I'm drunk. Then I'd pass out in my bed.