sailordrunk

Fun? I do not know. When I get geared up, become all so tightly wound, I find myself so desperately needing to be unsprung. So I let myself go, I become a bull in a china shop, over-eager for any kind of sociable pleasure. This is your fair warning. I am bouncing your way. Welcome to my hypo. Let's paint the town red, and green, and yellow, and violet, and orange, and blue, and black, and white, and blue, and red . . .

(looking for signs of life)