Early in my standup career, I ran a short tour with a jazz band. Against the advice of the band members, I fell for the trumpet player. She was as the Cajuns say, "Pas Tout La", not all there. One night after a show, in a bourbon induced rage, she assaulted me with her trumpet. The lead singer laughed, shook his giant index finger at me and said, "Hell hath no fury like a woman's horn."