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Last night’s debatchery.

I’m in Africa.

I was probably in childhood but definitely during my marriage. I didn’t really get the connection to my marriage with my ptsd. I thought it was all my childhood stuff. My doc made a comment about my marriage being part of the causation and then in therapy the therapist started talking about...

Relaxing in Cape Town.

This was from a restaurant we had dinner at last weekend.

When I am lustfully gazing at pet taxidermy.

This is Buddy. He belongs to the gal I have been dating in California. He and I like hanging out together. He has a very dapper personality. He is really a good boy in his slightly surly way.

My brain is messed up so I have to watch myself. Words like always and never need to be eliminated from my vocabulary. My sick brain will always go to the worst interpretation. I will run from the false shadow constructed out of such words. Rather than run and exclude myself from yet another...

I have been on a roller coaster my whole life so I will stick with the familiar. A narcissist spouse or none at all?

I don’t care.

Riding my Husqvarna is the desert. Not a cloud in the sky. No one out there but me and the Border Patrol. They always look bored. I just wave as I pass by thinking I am glad that isn’t me. I just can’t imagine spending life like that.

Toast. Jack Nicholson or Jerry Lewis

Please, we are civilized here, no tearing the Oreo apart and licking it.` Fountain pen or disposable ‘ball point” or whatever they call them these days.

Hydroxyzine puts me to sleep when I take it for anxiety. I ran out of my sleep medication once so I thought the hydroxyzine would do the job and it didn’t, the one time it didn’t make me sleep. Sometimes I just can’t win.

I did a 2 1/2 hr bicycle ride this morning. I have been struggling with a medication reaction that caused breathing problems. Today was the first day I felt like I could breathe. The weather was perfect and the ride was wonderful. Afterwards I took my dirt bike out in the desert and rode for...

I grilled a small steak tonight, the perfect end of a great day.

A d side shrine a mile north of the border on my bicycle ride today.

It sounds like we had very similar childhoods. What I developed was a 6th sense about mental illness. I often can feel it in the room when I am with others. It isn’t a presence like a spirit, it is like a sense of danger. I pay attention when I experience it.

Exile on Main Street

Things change fast around here. More rain and fog.

A beautiful morning, hopefully the storm has passed.

I have some friends that I have camped with for close to 40 years I was the first to stop and one by one they have almost all followed. They say it just hurts too much the next day. Give it a try, it was a big improvement in my life.

I quit drinking almost 40 years ago. I had been living with this gal and we both were drinking too much and she got into meth. I thought if I quit she might too. That didn’t happen but I never drank again. I never had any cravings or anything like that. Life was just better without it. For...

Out of Africa. The gal I have been dating is pert owner of a large non hunting preserve in South Africa. The other night we watched Out of Africa simultaneously while we were a thousand miles apart we both had our phones on speaker so we could talk. Once we got synced it was a lot of fun. In...

Coues deer behind the house.