I pulled down a shift as the Pool Monitor at the Purple Parrot resort a few days ago, and decided to walk the 4.4 miles back to the little trailer I live in.

I hadn't taken my meds that day, and turned into a crazed monster as the sun went down. I really hate when that happens...

About halfway there, it started getting dark and rainy so I found a building with an awning and thick grass, and bedded down for the night.

Visions of the old bed back in the old trailer were dancing around in my old madman head, but I felt it best to not see people, while in this state.

When I woke up, I found two big ticks embedded in the large veins on the back of each hand. They had been sucking my madman blood all night, and I can't figure out who to feel sorry for, them or me.

There may be more, but I haven't showered since, so I don't know.