Semi-Daily Scribbles

Buzz is having a bad day. He's late again. Damn bus refuses to keep to a schedule. Few things annoy him more than inconsistent public transportation. And his job in retail. Buzz's back hurts, as if forks and knives jab and cut right through his muscles. He considers calling in sick but rent is due. He can't miss his standing appointment with mind-numbing piped music and rude ass shoppers. Buzz's rut runs deep. Buzz knows if he can just capture that old magic, people will turn out to hear him sing again. His fans love him. No reason they can't give him another chance. He's going to get the band back together as soon as he climbs out of the jaws of the big hairy monster that's got his number.