Avoiding The Blurbstomp – Buzz’s Girlfriend
Bud Black.
It always comes back to the dread captain Bud Black, sailing the seven seas of mediocrity. I had let him go. I had cast off the shackles of the man whose first name insists on a friendship I never agreed to. He is the producer of so many blurbs in so many different ways. He is the tower of celestial creation, a pillar of stardust whose suns all go white dwarf despite the promise of a Goldilocks zone. If you got all that, get down on your hands and knees and try not bump anything as you crawl into my inflatable astronomy dome, and give me a quiet high five as our teacher tries to remember any constellations beyond the Dippers and Orion's Belt.