THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

I’ve got an itch to do a Bipolar II magnitude event. Only thing is it is something that I would have to plan, and well, that kind of kills the required spontaneity of such a grandiose experiment. The urge? To get in my car next Thursday and drive 345 miles to Hollywood to see a death-metal band play a show in a club on Sunset Blvd. I asked 2 people to go with me and both declined; one because he has to work all that night, the other because – well, his life partner just had a baby 4 days ago. There is one more person I could ask but he has already started to enter the stodgy and stoogie stage of life, the mid-30’s and I shouldn’t waste my breath on him. I will ask though just so that one more person will be witness to how wild and crazy, and well in this case stupid and irresponsible I can be? Oh and I just had another brilliant breakthrough of an idea. I could put up a post on craigslist.com just to see what kind of reaction I could get. I’ll go do that right now...

Private journal entry: June 18, 2005 It is just so weird how time can seem to stretch itself out some times and at other times condense itself very tightly. It seemed like a flash-moments inspiration during a manic spending spree that pressured me, no actually insisted that I buy that Ouija board on eBay. There were flash visions of myself sitting alone in the cemetery next to favorite graves in the dark, Ouija on my lap – asking specific questions of the interred about their lives and their unfortunate demises. It still doesn’t sound like all that bizarre of an endeavor to explore the possibilities of; not really, does it? But I have not touched the Ouija board since it arrived, other than excitedly taking it out of its makeshift mailing package and slipping it out of its browned, aged box to verify that it was real, undamaged and well, whether I got any energy from it or not. Yes, yes, and pretty much no. That must have been two months ago. Since the night o...