PHOTOS OF STRANGE LIFE . . . .

Some may think that we lead a quiet type of life in the hills, burning wood, killing innocent animals for their meat, but sometimes, things go wrong and you have to take in the mentally ill, providing them with shelter . . . and things ARE NOT quiet.

Although he does get outside to put wood in the basement and bring it into the back room and he also chunks down the logs to where the boys can actually get the shit on the splitter so it can BE split and he goes out for cigarettes, I think his cabin fever spiked while he was shaving his head . . . . the high fever caused him to be delirious and he thought he was Wilbert T. Bonefeather A.K.A. Sundowner

I don't know where the shit comes from in his head. I don't have enough energy to come up with what my own name is, let alone another persona. Poor fella, we'll find a home for him soon . . .