For many months to come the gap toothed roadie would remember the time he
almost fell into the arms of Darla. Luckily for him. Lucky for the whole
fraternity of back stage groupies, he was saved just in the nick of time by the
overbearing big rock Stage Manager, who just happened to be on the prowl
for roadies neglecting their gigs with girls in the back lounge. Just as the light
went out and Darla was about to use her exceptional body to buy herself a one
way ticket around the United States, the big rock Stage Manager entered the
back lounge and saved this most notorious roadie from making it with the
same person twice or even three times. The roadie with the red hair would
now start a campaign, an assault if you will, on groupies across the country,
gaining his strength through bad manners and tubes of K-Y Jelly, much the
same way the infamous Popeye gained strength with cans of spinach. This
rampage across the country was a direct response to what almost happened
that night in the back lounge with Darla.
By now the sound crew was done for the evening and just by chance one of
them entered the bus Darla was on, looking for a special imported beer that
the big rock Production Manager had kept to himself and purposely left off of
the sound bus. Soon the imported beer would not be important, or anything
else for that matter. Soon only Darla would matter. Darla knew she did not
have a chance with the big rock Stage Manager, he was way too serious and he
had ruined her little plan to see the country, but just as she slipped her mini
skirt back on the sound man, cocking his head slightly to see down the narrow
hallway, gasped, and seizing the opportunity raced down the hallway to Darla,
an unsuspecting victim, a panting, puppy at the back door, a whimpering
beggar on the sidewalk of life.
Buzz was beginning to wake up for the second time that night. The events of
the night were starting to weave through his mind like a Kansas tornado
through a dusty forgotten town. He could not remember exactly what had
happened, he just felt this urge to move his body, but for some reason yet
unknown to him could not. What kind of drugs had he taken, he thought to
himself, what the hell could have happened after he chugged that can of beer?
Buzz was having trouble thinking, again.