Sure it's stupid, but when has that prevented me from doing something? I live a fairly normal life for a bipolar guy. I'm not quite Jekyll and Hyde. I'm more like Abbot and Costello. Yes, I have a serious side and a zany side. I try to keep the serious side at bay, but what can I say. It gets out every once in a while. Then look out! You might as well slit your wrists than talk to me when I get all serious and wear all black so I'm prepared for my own funeral. You wouldn't like me when I'm serious, especially when I sneak into the mortuary about a block from where I live and try out caskets. One time I did that I was a bit too tired, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, everything was dark. I had no idea where I was, but I could hear a minister talking about someone and saying, "His life was short, but he was tall." Something like that. Anyway, I pushed hard and half the coffin opened up. I heard a collective gasp as I sat up in the coffin and stared out at a church full of people staring at me. Luckily my zany side had kicked back in so I put my hands out in front of me and rose up in the coffin. "Brains. Brains." I sad that in a monotone, and I heard several women scream. One fainted. She was a pretty lass, and I made my way toward her as the others fled out the front doors. I bent over her and was just about to pick her up when a shot rang out. Pow! Right in the kisser! Can't these people take a joke?
