Nearing the end of 2006, The Beast howled into a brutal attack. 

If Kip was still walking with us, I’m sure he would have considered amending the Kip Scale or understood, at least, my colorful version in my foreign language.  It was an electric storm that required Greek mythical warriors to survive its force.  Unfortunately it is not like you place an ad in the local newspaper and they, the godly warriors, fall over their feet to stand in your stead facing The Demon.  These mythical type creatures, although we do whish that they would come back and exist in our realm, are as scarce as chicken teeth. 

Armed with the spirit of nature, the seed of her womb and the support of the Pink Floyd virtual cavalry, I fought like a demon while The Beast rumbled through my Mozambican jungle.
The Beast knocked me down ten-love and I thought I could not get back up but my virtual cavalry kept on bugging me to get the bloody hell up and not to be such a girl’s blouse.
So … I turned to crime.

Now here I want you to understand that this can happen to the best of us in desperate times because all-in-all I am not just another brick in the wall. 
So, without going into too much detail that can be incriminating evidence in a court of some laws, a certain hospital, in a certain country, misplaced an enormous white cylinder that I became very attached to by a thin pipe and a wonderful mask, donated by a CH Buddy that likes his curry.

But… the more ammo I brought into the mix, the more relentless The Beast grew and I felt like I couldn’t fight anymore, I felt tired, drained, bruised and at the end of my tether… until I remembered that all-in-all, I’m not just another brick in a wall and that crime can still pay.

To be continued….

I know you are a proud and strong woman my dear sister.  But you know us Clusterfolk, we worry alot.

Specially about those we really care about.

Not another brick in the wall?  Yes you are dear...the CH wall of streangth and perseverance! 

Not another brick indeed...you are a clusterhead...one of the mighty and the strong to get kicked in the head and come back fighting. 

You are woman, you are clusterhead, hear you roar in the "Mozambican jungle".

Love you Jazz....

ClusterChuck wrote on Sep 14^th, 2008 at 5:56pm:



hmmm... thought she was MY wife??!!