| Here is Plick Jr., not a patch to Plick, but working on it. He was one of at least eight...maybe ten mohawks administered by Kathy Rox of Salon Mystique. Part of our 'half way through the revolution party' was to offer anyone who was inclined the opportunity to join rank. Kathy buzzed till she couldn't buzz anymore....then there was Buzzo... |
| By the grace of Richard Pierce, The Buzzo All-Stars, performed for the party amidst a recent feud between Ace and Buzzo. This feud originates from the filthy sin of greed...Buzzo wouldn't stop trying to squeeze me for more money. He even got a little nasty the last time when I was forced to tell him to kiss off and that we'd call him if we ever need a drunken jughead like him at Better Days again. Setting the feud aside we let Buzzo come down and he was read the riot act by me and his band members. So the show was good...Buzzo only drank two thirds of a bottle of Dewars in an obvious effort to remain well behaved. After the music stopped Buzzo immediately came over to me and started to hover, wanting the money. I realized this and acted like I didn't, waiting at least twenty minutes to hand the money over. When I actually had the money in hand Buzzo had disappeared from view and I quickly found Captain Jack (buzzo's guitar player) and handed him the door money. No sooner did I turn around did Buzzo appear and I told him that I had gave the loot to Jack. "What the #$%@#$^$%&#$@#$^@^"...."#$%#$%@#$%" (*$# You ace! I'm never playing her again! This is bullshit!!!" Buzzo screamed as he went into the shakes and was pounding his cane feverishly. I was momentarily worried about him wacking me with it and/or having a heart attack. The man ran out the door, back in the door, all the while bitching and freaking out. My reply to him was simply the non-verbal double bird..... I guess he told someone outside he was sorry and begged not to be black listed..... F You Buzzo, we will talk again in another six months when the bitterness recedes. |