Bipolar Blues



Sometimes, I wonder what the point is in having a relationship when all your freedom is taken away,
but on the other hand you might have someone to talk to...
if they will listen
and if its worth the aggravation
too many frequent arguments that you do your best to avoid.
Sometimes, I wonder ...



Ok I see this pic of Misha Barton when I do a search for long blonde hippies and it brings back all the memories of the hippy chick picking me up in her old car with the baby in the back
she is so fresh...
we immediately start making out
and I'm so happy to suddenly to be thrust back into the most magical relationship...
was I used??
Her daughter called me Daddy...
I could have so easily had the family with her...
if that awful weekend of Mommie dearest didn't happen..
don't get me started...
we would get high together and even introduced me to her world
(and her insatiable nymphomaniac desires to make love)

Ok it's a few years later....and I'm happily married....but I have the confession (?) and all my exs know that I'm guilty of it ...at least looking...I don't generally fool around but I must confess that I look and flirt...oh well....

I wonder about the curse she gave that night of her Misery...

and our beautiful sunset in the Rockies an hour later mountain time

from a woman who hated as passionately as she loved...

we did not have closure..

so she just burned my old grey socks in the midsummer

"Voodoo, it is!"

...did she really burn those gray socks with the green stripes???

It appears to only make this ever evolving story of my life and those involved even more intriguing...


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