Raven Maelstrom

Just an oddball kind of old man. Survived a forty-two feet fall to a concrete floor and it has given me a entirely different perspective on life. I've actually recovered quite nicely and to look at me from the outside you would never know I'v had twenty-seven different surgeries. Yes, there was a head injury and I've forgotten all the good stuff I had on this site in 2010, but I'm back. Just to give you an idea of how this accident has changed my view points, I recently had someone tell me to eat my veggies because it would put lead in my pencil. I told him, "I don't understand. Why would I want to put lead in my pencil? Without lead, I have a solid rod and isn't that what every man prefers?" The blank expression on his face spoke volumes.
I'm not placing a picture on this site, but if someone is that darn interested in how bad I do look, you can see me at rockygriffith21@yahoo.com so you can feel better about yourself. I also see a place for signature; however, I'm not doing that either because I write under Raven Maelstrom, complain under Korcy Fifthrig, and socialize through Rocky Griffith. Since the fall and the subsequent brain injury, I've resigned myself to the understanding that..."I'm schizophrenic...and so am I."
In addition, I noted the box below which says, "Sex". I vote yes. Furthermore, the following is a true story. After undergoing a triple diskcotomy nerosurgery from S1 thruT-3 in July of 2013, I attempted to sexually engage my beloved wife two weeks later. She adamantly informed me that until the neurosurgeon released me to such activities...it wasn't happening. Upon my four week follow-up, I informed the surgeon of such and asked for a prescription for sex which he willing gave and wrote in this manner for the first time in his thirty-five year career. On an original prescription form it states, "Mr. Griffith may now engage in sexual activities." Little did he know or my wife appreciate that I took said prescription to six (that is 6) different pharmacies until: A) I found a beautiful female pharmacist; B) attempted to have her or an associate of equal attractiveness fill the prescription. Needless to say, though each laughed at my request (especially when I challenged Wal-Mart's "Satisfaction Guaranteed" policy) but, alas, was reduced to having it filled at home. As I said, since my tramatic fall...I see life very differently---as you will well see in my first poem, "Blue Monday".