I lost my Cat in the Setemba 11 attacks - and I'm expected to go back to work so soon? On September 11 2001 the world as we knew it end. Freedom and democracy and capitalism was replaced with evil and bad-things. And now, a year on from the event - a tragic event which took from me my beloved cat Fluffy - I'm expected to get over it and get back to work?!?! It's true, I wasn't at the World Trade Centres on 9-11-01 as the Yanks likes to call it - in fact I was asleep at home in Brisbane when the attack happened. But that day will forever be stuck in my mind. The trauma lives on. I cry everyday. Twice on Fridays. Thrice on the day when the phone bill comes. My cat died. Of Old age. In my apartment. Just after the towers collapsed. These two events are forever associated in my mind. The America Fund has given me US$30,000 in lost income to help me through this difficult time. But the money has dried up. That malt liquor and pornographic movies be expensive. And now - the MAN say I hasta go backsta work. Haulin' trash! I may love haulin' trash - some days I might even miss it - but I still ain't over Setemba Eleven - so youse can all kiss maaa ass. I goin' back ta sleep!

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