I call this side of him BiPolarBarry. That's funnier when you know his real name is Michael.

Not surprisingly, for someone who is so aware of his own situation, he somewhat lacks in seeing other’s.

Pulled up into one of the many dollar stores around here, right up beside a van with its sliding door open and its ramp out. Luckily, I saw the situation, or else the permanently sitting dude would have been sitting there longer than he perhaps desired to…Which is sorta funny, as I’d guess he might just have to be used to the extended sitting by now.

As with most things, I try to wait to see if the husband “realises” things before I inform him all about it.

This time I didn’t wait too long.

You know you’ve blocked in the man whose sitting in a wheelchair with his ramp out in the vehicle just next to you. Right?

WhuuH?!

Shit I laughed.

This is my reaction 73% of the time when dealing with BPBarry. Laughter. Laughter and the horrid thought that I will be dealing with his Bi-Polarism [hah word or not word] for the rest of my life. I would say his life but I’m thinking just about most people I meet here are suffering one mental disease or another.

No wonder there are so many legal drug ads on the tele.

Makes me wonder what came first…the drug ads or the mental specialities/deficiencies. I do get a wee chuckle at the *side-affect warnings* incorporated at the end of these advertisements. I can see many a fella sitting around weighing up the chance of -increased sexual activity against gambling away his life- side affects.