Buzz was sneaking around the back of the arena where the trucks were idling,

a couple backing into position to take the big rock show to the next city, where

there were more Buzz’s and Darla’s waiting.  Buzz was being careful,  he did

not intend to meet up with the security forces again.  Yes Buzz was being

careful alright, but not careful enough.  Buzz did not know, how could he have

known, that the people who drive the big rock equipment around the country

are big rock truck drivers.  Big rock truck drivers that spend their time

polishing and drinking and driving but not necessarily in that order.  How

could Buzz have expected that the driver whose wheel and tire he was now

pissing on had spent most of the day polishing and putting armour all on the

wheels and tires?  He never polished his shit box, but had pissed on it

repeatedly, and to Buzz he was doing nothing wrong.  But not to the big rock

truck driver, who spied Buzz from his rear view mirror.  The big rock truck

driver, as I said, had spent most of the day working on his truck, and drinking

with a passion at the same time.  Now he had just woken up, a little groggy and

a little pissed off at the world.  It wouldn’t take much to set this driver into a

frenzy.  Buzz, innocently enough was about to be the spark plug if you will, the

catalyst of that frenzy, and start a chain of events that would eventually lead

Buzz down the road of hard knocks and land him in cities he did not even know

even existed.  One small pee for Buzz, one giant pee for verminkind.

As Buzz was pissing on the big rock truck tire and altering his life forever,

Darla was slowly coming out of her rock and roll intoxication.  The music had

stopped and slowly she realized that she was being whisked away towards the

big rock tour bus by a gap toothed roadie that was pulling her altogether too

quickly.  Somehow this was not what Darla had thought being backstage at a

big rock show would be like.  But as she entered the tour bus, not more than

twenty feet from where Buzz was pissing his life away, she lost any inhibitions

she might have had a day ago, or an hour ago for that matter.  Color TV’s and

micro wave ovens.  A cooler full of beer and coca-cola. .  Lounge chairs and

movies.  Darla liked the bus and she had not even been in the back lounge yet. 

She didn’t even know the bus had a back lounge.   For Darla, the back lounge

would become her new home.