BATSHIT CRAZY 101

     I would like to start off this new adventure by saying I wanted the title of this maiden post to be the name of this blog.  Google, however, apparently had other ideas.  They don't like what they perceive to be "bad'' words.   So I compromised by naming it the diagnosis my family doctor gave me on a recent visit.  After all, it is the reason to start blogging again. 

      I seems that as long as the title of said blog fits into their comfort zone, I can use any words I choose.  Let's try it out, shall we?

Fuck, fuckity, fuck-fuck... 

     Yes, and I am STILL HERE!!

     OK, so since I've established my freedom of speech, I will fill you in on the "whys'' of these diagnosis'.  

     I'd have to say the hallucinations have to do with the "tree people."  Of course there's more going on then that but she really didn't need to hear more than that.

     The delusions have to do with my ability to detect how thin the line is between me and other dimensions.  Of couse, I've been aware of this since my buddy Skip and I had a close encounter with an alien craft if Kentucky in the early 90s, but I could see by the good docters expression that I probably shouldn't bring that up.  I also neglected to mention that since I had died earlier this year and was brought back to life, the dimension thing has become more frequent in that I can often hear what's going on over there which means I know I'm close enough to accidentally pass over since I can't SEE the entrances when I can only hear them. 

     The  mania comes from the fact that I had drunk a Monster energy drink on the way up there and so was talking and gestering at 3 time the normal speed, trying to get everything out before my time was up.
      So that's how this party started.   I am batshit crazy.  And I as this blog progresses and I fill you in on some back story as well as keeping you up to date on all the cool batshit stuff that will be coming my way, I have one thing to say:  Open those wine bottles and if you've got joints, light those bad boys up.

     I'm saying EVERYBODY is invited to this meltdown.  So let's get together soon!  


     And, oh, I forgot to mention the mutant nematode invasion that has infested our house...