I was asked quite calmly by a stiff psychiatric professional if I thought I was bipolar.
"hm" I said with a half cocked, seraqil induced smile. "you tell ME why I'm here and then I'll tell YOU what's wrong me."
Of course I knew why I was there. I had fired a gun. Read more...

I was asked quite calmly by a stiff psychiatric professional if I thought I was bipolar.
"hm" I said with a half cocked, seraqil induced smile. "you tell ME why I'm here and then I'll tell YOU what's wrong me."
Of course I knew why I was there. I had fired a gun. Unfortunatly I missed my target. The police said if I had been two inches to the left I would have unintentionally shot my friend Jayde sleeping in the next room. Two inches to the right, and well, I wouldn't be writing this now would I?

It's tough to be crazy these days. Everyone wants to pump you full of lithium and antipsychotics. They keep tell you there's something wrong with but you feel just the way you always have. Crazy.