crazy couple…

a million thoughts raced through his mind…thousands of words connectin’ to one another to form a story…the brain waves were active…couldn’t sleep…he rolled and tossed in bed…tried to close his eyes…nothin’ worked…listened to some Bill Evans on the radio…the jazz just intrigued him more…made him think of cocktails and slow dancin’ with some woman he used to know…long time ago…she was cool…definitely cool…

they’d stay up all night polishin’ off a couple of bottles of wine…reds…Cabernets…they’d dance in the kitchen…he’d lean her up over the counter and kiss her wildly…touching her lips…the front of her neck…while holdin’ onto her at the waist…movin’ their hips akimbo to the music…just swayin’ back and forth…

and darkness would become light…Sun would peak out over the clouds…makin’ it kind of an orange haze…while cop sirens went off and garbage trucks rolled down alleys…he’d hold her close and kept dancin’…soon the music on National Public Radio would become the news from overseas…that’s when he’d turn it off…take her hand and lead her into the bedroom..layin’ her softly on the bed…an old wooden frame that would creak until mid-morn…they slept in shifts…

neither one of ’em worked…lived off the government dollar…they couldn’t hold onto a job to save their lives…they’d burn through bosses quicker than sticks at a camp fire…he’d blow up at managers..she’d show up late…this happened again and again and again….just like their hospitalizations…always windin’ up on the crazy floor…in fact…that’s where they’d met…him with his bipolar and her with her bad case of the blues…a constant sadness…no pill could cure either one of ’em…and they’d tried ’em all…

various presciptions lined their shelves…Welbutrin…Trazadone…Depakote…Lithium…they had a buffet of bottles…they’d pick and choose…never took ’em accordin’ to plan…most times they didn’t take any at all…just drink wine all day to self-medicate…not thinkin’ of the consequences…

a million thoughts raced through his mind that night…wonderin’ where his baby wound up at…heaven or hell…some kinda Dante’s Inferno…maybe a long lived purgatory…he wasn’t sure…

but…he was dyin’ to find out…

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