A journey through the manic minefield

Some recountings of times when i was manic. new Zealand might be a small country but there's plenty of room for manic misadventures. My favourite scene is the result of a cross country ride on a farm-bike to the coast where the promised maiden rode past me on her white stallion and i took advantage of her generosity by stealing down to the seaside bordering her property and took some mussels from the rock pools.