A bit too much info but WTF, I am truly shameless, and once again free!
I had a bit of a life altering experience again...Lasik Vision correction followed by a sense of wanting to become a new me.
As my psychic self crawled out of my dull shell, superstitions, and inner beliefs started to take hold yet again...I learned that when a simpleton with a heart of gold and pure faith says God Bless You when you give him half your smokes and a pack of beef jerky, you immediately and assuredly will be blessed. In my case, I received $100 for giving another stranger a jump start five miles later. (He practically forced the money into my hands, I tried to refuse it.)
As usual, I followed this minor manic pace with a rash of work-a-holism, although scattered and less than maximally efficient it was very fun...and enlightening. I ended up taking a spur of the moment ME-trip to Tulsa just for the helluvit to explore life as if I were fresh out of college with $1000 bucks to blow, just to see some possibilities.(I haven't done that since before Penny and I married some twenty years ago.) Of course, without anyone at my side to slap me awake and trade sleep-seats with me, the trip was derailed and I was brought back to the truth, which is that I am not a whole citizen in this sorry state of OkieHomies.
When I ran out of brain power I pulled into the nearest motel and got arrested for public intoxication. (I was not intoxicated, only slap happy with exhaustion.)
Never sing a Rodney Carrington tune to the Oklahoma Law in front of a sultry hotel room...especially not "Marijuana-Ville". Getting arrested is embarrasing when you are not fu-dged up but you're acting like a child. On the other hand, I learned that Taser Gun victims who flop on the ground and act like little girls are simply pushies. With my single experience, I believe Taser Guns are a little more than twice the intensity of paintball at close range, plus a skin prick. The bruise is nearly gone, and the scab is less than that of running along the creek side into a sharp twig. Yep, not to brag for being a dip-squat, but I didn't even go to my knees. I am sure they only zapped me on the lowest setting for less than two seconds, but both officers told me that I was on PCP because no one can stand there and yank the thing out when the juice stops unless they are high. (I guess you can absorb that new fangled angel dust from a handshake, cause all I ingested that night was friendship and Kentucky Fried Chicken.). Little did they know that I understand the danger of head trauma, know how to stand for combat, and have lots of electrical understanding to boot.
Hopefully there is fine money to be made (don't know yet what I owe) from signing away the video rights to the TRU channel. I will inquire in the morning when I walk back to the police station from this motel to see about getting the "public intox" charge changed or amended to include "sleep deprivation".
What is not funny is the state of mental health care in NE Oklahoma. They insisted I was on drugs, used a catheter to prove that I was, and then shipped me to a nut house when I started sleepwalking in the holding cell and kept pushing the button by the cage door. I really am not not sure If the dream about apes and jail cells was accompanied by me moving around or if I was by that time unconscious.
The holding cell was quite nice and safe, and I had flip flips and a new orange jump suit to protect me from the diseases of the only other dude around who looked like a DUI suspect.
Once they dropped me off in Wagoner, though, I found out what hell I can withstand with my survival skills of imagination and wit out in front. I was in sheer animal survival mode on the inside though being captive with 27 other needy persons who occupied our tiny two hall puzzle house, with a staff not full of rotten apples, unworthy of McD's, and unnoticed for their incompetence until I arrived to write letters to the patient advocates.
From the homeless to the heroin needle freaks, to the schizo-affective to the paranoid psychotic at least they did not roll their eyes at me in my uninhibited state of mania.
After my first nights sleep and meals, I was my sharp old self again. I could not run jump and play every day, nor see the horizon for four days, and swore to my kids I would not stop taking my pills again, no matter how much hair I leave behind in the shower drain. (Bald and Tribally tattooed is "in" anyhow".)
The bumps on my nose where my spectacles once sat is nearly gone, I gained 9 pounds, and really don't look too out of shape for a 41 year old.
My sanity came back overnight since they simply upped the dosage I was already taking for the past week, and forced me to cope with other psycho affective freaks like me. At least I received some genuine respect from them, they could all call me by name and look me in the eye within 24 hours of my arrival. I quickly became the TV guru, because no one on their pi$$ poor staff could bring in the local cable signal to the twenty year old television for football night. (How 'bout Sam Bradford by the way).
I now sit at the public PC of a Motel 8 in Sapulpa. I am barefoot, wearing my swimsuit and enjoying a very dramatic springlike thunderstorm which woke me from the beginning of a deep sleep. It is sixty degrees outside, I am going to have one more Camel Light and a caffeine free diet pop before crashing again, if the thunderstorm allows it.
At least it is better than the last four nights I spent in captivity after being caught too tired to drive by the PO-lice in this same town.
I have no cell phone (it is in lock down with my Stratus), never got to surprise my life-long friend with an evening drop-in, but sometimes my co-pilot jerks the wheel from my overzealous grip.
Tomorrow it's supposed to be zippy nippy 28 degrees and I get to walk to the station (less than two-miles) to see how good I can kiss booty to the cops when totally sane.
No, I was not on any type of drug except those prescribed by a psychiatrist. Yes, I do believe in science, psychiatry, ghosts, Christ, and even have my own explanation for UFOs.
PIEACE IS BACK, and my boss says I can take as much time as I need to work out the stressors in my life because he does not want to lose me.
Thanks for all the kind wishes.
Hugs to you all except the dope-minded.
Paul
