Creative History

I realized that many of you probably didn't know that Darius, Tom, Hood and I met via the Terrorxchange. Funny. I haven't though of the TX for a while. To be honest, I was never all that good at it. Tom, Darius and Hood, on the other hand, dominated the dojo. They were the Donald Trump, the J.G. Rockerfeller and Bill Gates of our fictious little terror predicting world. Tom's post earlier reminded me of that and his subsequent comments reminded me of another fascination: Heather H. Heather H. was the latina hottie that blew into town to give the TX a woman's flair. She was brash, bold and brazen. She was instantly attracted to Tom. I mean, for God's sake it's Tom were talking about here. I mean... even Hood and I discussesd if Tom was gay which one of us would convert to the "other team" just for a shot at Tom. (I won because of my liberal arts background.) So there was Tom and there was Heather H. and she was chasing him like the coyote and the roadrunner. The suddenly, nothing. No Heather H. She was gone. We had some thoughts that Tom had her Chandra Levy'd but Tom doesn't roll like that. We thought it could be she was angry over the time that Tom and I opined on whether or not Latin Americans assimilated to the American culture but in the end we will never know. Tom , of course, moved on. He had Mandy Moore and Jessica Alba calling him all the time, Paris Hilton kept showing up outside his house, drunk, semi-naked and singing "I touch myself" like a anorexic Anna Nicole clone. Her void was easily filled and where she went was a mystery. Heather H., we hardly knew ye... A tribute to Heather H. I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind. Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind [Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy. Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind. YOU'RE MY BOY ....ER, GIRL, 'BLUE'!!!!...... I MEAN 'HEATHER H.'