Awhile back, I had some odd thing going on.

It made me feel entirely too much like Keith Moon. Mad; mad as a hatter; mad as an Afghani outhouse rat.

I had tight muscles around the neck and jaw, was feeling flu-like and absolutely positive the major arteries in my neck had all been circulating pure, uncut, lab-grade hydraulic concrete.

So, thought I: it’s probably Lockjaw, Scarlet…