With blades and knives tatooed on her wrists and arms, long skirts in pastel hues, kick-ass boots and shiny black hair in pony tails,
c5 is a walking incongruity. She scoffs at the bootlickers who secretely want to be her, and mocks the monumentally self-possessed who wish to turn her into one of their minions. She gives authority the two-fingered salute, and yet manages to remain even-keeled. I am blessed to know her as a friend.
Happy Birthday,
c5!