Dear Doodle, I'm very okay. I have three old men trapped in a Basement and their all trying to summon a concrete demon. Keep in mind my basement walls are made of dirt and bricks, so I don't know where they got concrete from. Also they took my favorite hoodie, so I killed three of them and fried them in a coffee machine to feed to my he/they/kitty/stupid. That means there no more men in my basement, so I think I'm schizophrenic.
(Dear Doodle is based off one my my friends weird ass stories, Dear Dary[Pronounced dairy])