Pilot Poet Dad
“I can open a pickle jar with my bare hands.”
I smoke tomato plants that don’t grow tomatoes
- living off the grid with bipolar 1 for over 40 years
- for the first time reconnecting with daughters and rebuilding trust.
- I’m now a grandpa and glad I reconnected.
Blog http://bipolar420.com - music | meditation | meds (Follow Me to get relief)
Free band site http://bbqdad.bandcamp.com
Here is a bridge on a creek I go to in my mind to calm down.
putting my daddy's ashes in a boot and throwing it into resurrections creek in hope, Alaska
my song about my mental illness.
In crazy manic mode. I can talk a blue storm as Sam Houston on Chile train