A self portrait, sort of.

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The last couple of years has handed me just about all the reality one old man can survive so I've moved to a small little red neck town, population 1600, just north of Ft Worth, TX and have eschewed reality for the most part. WTF, if you don't like where you're livin' move on to a better place. Even it's just in your head.

This is what greets the postal person.


And this is what my humble abode looks like.


I kinda live in a tree house.


Which is okay 'cause I like birds and they seem to like me.


And my front door. Once I hung the skull the UPS guys left my packages at the far end of the porch.


This guards the front yard. I was concerned that I might have to meet the UPS guys in the street after I put him in place but they seem to have adapted.


Speaking of trees they talk to me at night when the wind blows. Sometimes they even say nice things. Or maybe it's the amateur pharmacology . . .



There are unicorn remains in the back yard. Seems dragons and unicorns don't get along. Who knew?


I adopted a cat but he's definitely an outside cat and won't eat.


And finally this small guy shares my morning coffee out on the balcony.


It ain't no high life, but it's my life . . .