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.