The Pantaloon: What's the truth then about how you two met?
Buzz (sighing): We met in West Hollywood. I've got so many split ends now I can't remember the exact date. It was over twenty years ago, man.
The Pantaloon: Was it at a club on the Strip?
Buzz: No. I had a gig in a hair salon and in comes Bret Fucking Michaels. Cock of the walk and all that shit. A lot of people were falling all over him, but not me. I kind of hung back on a display shelf.
The Pantaloon: Did he have a full head of hair then?
Buzz (laughs): Sort of. He had long hair, but the top of his forehead was sorta like fuzz growing on a rotten melon. Nobody would tell him though. Except me. I said, "Bret, that Phil Collins 'doo won't do, man. You gotta accept that it's thinning."
(via The Daily Swarm)