Sex Alcohol and This Poet's Soul

Welcome to another exciting journey down the rabbit hole of madness. In this edition we join our intrepid hero in the middle of the journey because who cares that the little kid becomes Darth Vader. What this volume is not is a rehash of the Madman series. Same author, true but now we are looking at what really made me … me from my point of view anyway. The Johari Window of course would add in the things other see and perhaps if a proper muse can be found then that can be tackled at the end.
It is funny that a muse is something that would allow me to expand this edition. My muses have horrible track records of as-sisting me down the spiral of sex and alcohol until I wake up in someone’s out building with a …. (Let us save that thought for later). Muses however do have their uses companionship, a partner in crime, someone to love and chase, or someone to hate and flee. The healing powers of my prior muses are legendary, although as much as I love my muse, I have never actually married one. I normally marry the safe bet.